#AND /AND/ when it happens the feelings are a buckling catching or locking of the knee and you wont be able to walk on jt

[littl-vs]

holy shit you can dislocate your kneecap??

[spliffymae]

forgotten connie drabble (18+ mdni)

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“SURPRISE!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!”

you moved to the side once you were inside, coming in behind the man of the hour himself. sasha had been running rampant to throw him an amazing surprise party. and you were in on it, tasked with bringing connie home from work and acting as if you know nothing about what the current day was.

which proved to be hard the second connie got into your car after putting his bag in the back seat. “ahh shit! they got mi cielita to take me out. where we going, mami?” connie was grinning ear to ear as he looked at you, dimples popping below red freckled cheeks.

he was so cute, and you were gonna hate to do this but, “what’re you on about, springer?” you scrunched your face up in confusion at him. you then quickly looked ahead to pull out the parking lot. if you looked at him for too long you were sure you’d crack.

connie rolled his eyes, not buying your ignorance. “oh stop that, y’know what i’m talking bout.” he said as he buckled himself in and then reclined the passenger seat.

with the strongest will you could muster, you kept up the confusion, looking back at him and with a quirked brow, “you got a game or sum?” you asked, knowing damn well he had nothing going on today. his birthday happened to land on the off day for ball practice AND track practice, not to mention he didn’t have class either.

now, when sasha told you to act like you forgot that his birthday was today, she failed to mention to you that it was something connie’s mother had done plenty of times in his life…not as a joke, though.

connie really cared about four women in his life: you, sasha, his little sister, and his mom. so you forgetting his day took a pin to his bubble and popped the fuck out of it. he didn’t dwell on the subject anymore, changing to now talk about your days. however, connie was feeling down on the inside. all his friends had wished him a happy birthday either via call, text, or social media post. have you not been on your phone today?

when you pulled up to his and sasha’s shared apartment, you flashed him a smile but it was not reciprocated. connie was staring ahead, zoned out in thought. so much so he doesn’t feel you turn the car off or hear you call his name.

“con” you pushed his shoulder slightly, getting him to snap out of his own head.

“hm?”

“we’re at your place. is it cool if i come up to use the bathroom?” you usually wouldn’t say anything and invite yourself into his apartment. days when you’d get him we’re days you set aside to hang with him. but today seems to be different. connie wondered if you had made plans that made you forget about his birthday.

“uh yeah, sure.” he said lowly. he reached back to grab his backpack and with that, got out the car. you could see the defeat in his walk towards the doors. he was mumbling to himself, more times trying to dissect what the hell was going on with you. because you wouldn’t just forget, right?

you got out the car and sped walk to catch up, sending sasha a quick text to let her know yall were back. you also cussed her for telling you to do this to connie, knowing how pouty he gets.

the walk to the elevator was quite, along with you two getting off at his floor and going to his apartment. however, before connie turned the key he put into the lock, he turned to you. his eyes were glossed over and cheeks dusted with a crimson red. he was chewing on his bottom lip, hazel eyes filled with worry. “did i do something, mami? you mad at me?”

and oh my god you wanted to break the act right there…but you were RIGHT THERE.

you blinked, “what do you mean, con? why would i be?” you wanted him to just open the door. once he opened the door you could drop the act, you could give him all the birthday love you were holding in since midnight.

connie let out a sigh and turned back around, giving up on the matter and turning the lock to go in. the day was no longer felt good. what good was a birthday if the one person he wanted to spend it with forgot about it?

when the door opened, connie walked inside and turned on the light and was immediately met with screams, cheers, and camera lights in his face.

which brings us here, to where he freezes and looks around at his friends from his basketball team, work, childhood, and sasha standing in the middle with a cake.

connie spent a good couple seconds taking everything in, he was slightly embarrassed to say once he believed you had forgotten he immediately forgot the day, choosing to just wallow in his room as he smoked a spliff.

you took a step forward, hands behind your back and coming up on his right. “happy birthday, connie.” you bumped him with your hip, once again snapping him out of his own head and bringing him back to the present.

the big, toothy smile he had in your car came back, now decorated with deep dimples and eyes watery with tears of appreciation.

just as he was about to say something to you, jean pulled him away, leaving you two with an unfinished conversation.

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you were talking to sasha in the kitchen as connie was socializing with all his guests. he hadn’t had the chance to come back to you just yet, but you weren’t worried. you didn’t plan on going anywhere.

“i told you! he’s so brain dead when it comes to you that he’ll completely forget everything. did you see how lost he looked when he saw us?” sasha was so happy that her plan had turned out well. she knew her best friend well enough to know it wasn’t going to take a lot to get his mind off his literal day of birth. not when you were the one thing that stayed on his mind and could pull his attention from anything.

you playfully rolled your eyes, “i still hated seeing how sad he looked. why didn’t you tell me i was damn near triggering him?!” you were nursing your second cup of a mimosa, slightly tipsy.

sasha giggled. she, on the other hand, had been four shots in from when you guys came in. “i forgot. but it’s all good now. oop—here he comes.” before you knew it, sasha had stepped away and now connie was in your space.

his eyes were low and bloodshot, having just come back from a hotbox with his guys in the car. “mami, you really are sum special.” he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you to be flush against him.

you smiled, “sasha made me, pa. you know i would never forget your day.” you traced his lips with your finger, your acrylic nail going along his prominent cupids bow. connie held your hand still and kissed your finger, then moved your hand so it was at the back of his head. it brought you closer into his space, his cologne taking over your senses. he loweeeed his head to touch yours, looking in your eyes.

“¿dónde está mi regalo, princesa? his hands trailed up from your waist to your back, to your elbow and then shoulder. he tucked one of your locs behind your ear, staring at you as if you held both the moon and the stars. “i been dying to unwrap it” his eyes were scanning all over your face, taunting you with his hidden meaning.

“quiero mi pastel, ma. soy hambriento.” he undid the button with ease, bringing you to gasp and instinctively grip the small curls on the back of his neck.

“later.” you said softly, giving him a sweet smile to match. but connie smirked with wickedness, red eyes gleaming of mischief. his hand trailed back down to the waistband of your baggy pants.

“c-con.” you could feel his long and slender fingers pad over your core. he pressed his index and his middle against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. “this party’s for you.” you bit your lip when you felt him move them in a circular motion, the wetness of your pussy dampening your panties.

“it’s my birthday, right? i can do whatever i want, right?” you were gonna answer, but then he pushed your panties to the side. he had rubbed your lips to collect your slick on his fingers, and slowly began to push them inside of you. your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“oh princesa, did you forget how to talk? just like how you forgot papi’s birthday?” he tsked, shaking his head, “made me so sad. y’know” the force of his thrusts picked up, knocking you back to grip the edge of the counter behind up. “a mean joke you guys pulled on me.”

“pa…i-i can’t be quiet” you panicked, looking at connie with worrisome eyes. he knew you were a screamer, fuck it was what he loved about you. pleasure would overwhelm you quick and all your composure would go flying out the window. you got animalistic when you’d approach your peak, and connie never missed the chance to see it. but today, you were doing your best to show restraint the clench of your jaw let him know you really wanted to get it out but were resisting.

connie took his other hand to rub a thumb on your clit, turning his ears off to anything that wasn’t your faulty breaths or straggled moans. “hm…guess i forgot.”

[p0orbaby]

A Girl Consumed by Fire

summary: or the five times alexia kisses you in private and the one time she doesn’t care who sees anymore

warnings: a little suggestive at points but you’ll live, injury

a/n: yeah i know this trope has been rinsed to death. but do i care? absolutely bloody not

word count: 3.3k

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Things between you and Alexia had always been, charged, so to speak.

Even on your first day you felt it. There was a static in the air when you were greeted at the gates. The corridors of Joan Gamper buzzed with, something.

You chalked it down to excitement. Why wouldn’t you? Your first day at a shiny new club with the prospect of winning lots of shiny trophies with the best players in the world. To not be excited would be offensive.

But it was when you saw her up close and personal for the first time that you understood what was going on. All she did was walk out of a meeting room, but the world seemed to pause in its tracks just for her. Her presence was suffocating in the best way, her stare intense as her eyes met yours briefly before she smiled and continued down the hall.

And that was that. Love at first sight you ask? Of course not..!

1.

The band snaps 26 days into your contract.

You’re both sweaty and tired and alone.

Like after all sessions, the changing room is filled with the lingering scent of hard work and the faint hum of the overhead lights. You’re bent over, hands on your knees, catching your breath as the other players filter out, chattering about their plans for the evening, you think. You haven’t quite grasped the language yet.

Alexia on the other hand had stayed behind to work on a few extra drills, just like you had.

Perhaps it was subconscious on your part, staying later than you needed to. But the only plans you tended to have after work included either going home or walking off the lust that had bubbled through your chest whenever she kicked a ball.

You now know the footprint of Barcelona extremely well.

“Good work today,” she says, her voice low and a little husky from running around for three hours.

“Thanks, you too,” you reply, flashing her a tired smile as you straighten up and peel off your shirt, revealing your sports bra underneath. The cool air feels refreshing against your damp skin.

Spain is so fucking hot.

Then, like a game of chess, she makes her move.

She takes a step closer to you. A timid one at first as she scans the room to make sure the two of you are truly alone. There’s a tension in the air, a palpable electricity that seems to crackle between you as she locks her eyes with yours.

You’re not sure who moves next, but suddenly she’s right in front of you, standing tall and strong and oh so pretty above you. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against your arm, sending a lightning bolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Her touch is soft, almost hesitant, but there’s a boldness behind it that almost makes your knees buckle.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, Alexia leans in, her breath warm and quick against your skin. Then, she closes the gap, capturing your mouth in a quick, feather light kiss. It’s sudden and unexpected, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to react. Her lips are soft, tasting faintly of salt and the raspberry electrolyte drink she chungs between sets.

She pulls back just as quickly, her green eyes wide, searching yours for a reaction. There’s a mischievous smile tugging at her features, a rosiness in her cheeks that wasn’t there before.

“Eso es lo que pasa cuando te desnudas delante de mí,” she says, and you think she’s teasing you by the playful lilt on her voice. Or it’s just her beautiful Spanish accent. You really can’t tell.

For a moment, you’re speechless, your heart practically pounding out of your chest. The changing room feels both too small and impossibly vast at the same time, the air thick with the beginning of something you're too scared to think about in fear of it shattering in your hands.

You finally manage to find your voice, though the words come out sticky.“I-, I have no idea what you just said”

Alexia chuckles softly, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. She steps back, giving you one last lingering look before she turns to head for the showers. “See you tomorrow,” she calls over her shoulder, her voice echoing slightly in the empty room.

You’re left standing there, your mind in the clouds, replaying the moment over and over again. The kiss was cursory, but it’s burned into your memory. You touch your lips, still feeling the warmth of hers, and a smile creeps onto your face.

2.

Phone, jacket, headphones, backpack.

All present and-, wait. Where’s your backpack?

“Where the fuck has that gone then?” You mutter to yourself as you check under your seat. The seat in front. Your overhead. And under your seat again to make sure you’ve not gone crazy.

As you suspected, you hadn’t. It isn’t there. This is really not the time.

“Todo bien?” Comes a very familiar, very sudden voice from the front of the bus however long later.

It startles you, enough that you end up banging your head on the underside of a table.

“Hi, Ale” you say between wincing and rubbing the bruise forming on the back of your skull, “everything’s fine”

“You are on the bus, no?”

You sigh, shaking your head as you peer out from your crouching position. “I can’t find my bag. I must’ve shoved it under the seat, but it’s not here”

She abandons her own bag before striding your way and drops down beside you. “I help you to look” she says with a smile so warm it could melt the ice caps in an afternoon.

The bus is quiet now with the two of you silent and occupied with the task at hand. Though it’s a type of quiet you’re comfortable with. One that doesn’t need to be filled with small talk or waffle or the awkward cleaning of throats.

You’re about to give up until finally Alexia spots your bag wedged between a seat and the wall.

“Lo encontré,” she says, pulling it out and holding it straight out in front of her. Frowning as she notices how covered in dust it now is.

You briefly wonder if she will be having words with the bus maintenance staff.

Regardless, relief floods through you as you take the bag from her. “I’m going to kill those fucking kids”. She looks at you with her eyebrows raised and that smirk she saves for when she pretends she's not listening to you and Mapi arguing. “I mean, thank you Ale”

“No te estreses. Tus espinilleras de la suerte están a salvo”

“I know I know. I’m trying” you reply, bashful that she knows about your scabby old kit and your weird little traditions.

She grabs your chin then, her large hand lifting your head so you can look at her. “Esfuérzate más” she commands before she ducks her head and attaches her lips to yours.

It’s quicker than before, if at all possible. But the intent behind it so much different. Like a balm healing your wounds rather than a stoker provoking a flame.

“¿Mejor?” She asks when she fully retreats.

“Better” you repeat because you are. You so are.

3.

You feel like you’re having an affair. It has the factors of one, at least.

Whispered calls when at your respective international camps, stolen glances during meetings, and now, these secretive moments together. It’s early in the morning at the gym, the sun just beginning to rise, its soft glow painting itself over the equipment.

You’re both here early to avoid the rush, but also to steal a few moments alone. The air is filled with the faint buzz of the HVAC system, the occasional clink of weights, and your own rapid heartbeat. Alexia finishes her set and looks over at you, her eyes filled with an unspoken yet very obvious question.

You nod subtly, understanding her without words. She approaches you, and without preamble, takes your hand and leads you to a secluded corner of the gym, hidden from view by the array of machines and weights.

She turns to you, her eyes scanning your face, searching for any hesitation. Finding none, she steps closer, her lips finding yours in a kiss that’s urgent and full of quashed emotion. Rife with the risk and thrill of being caught.

“He estado pensando en ti toda la noche,” she admits between kisses, and you whimper into her mouth.

You had your first official date the evening before. A dimly lit Asian restaurant in a quiet corner of the city. Lingering touches under the table. Her nose running against the angles of your jaw as she holds back her urges on the pavement outside.

You had been thinking about her all night too.

Her hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. The gym’s early morning quiet makes the moment feel even more intimate, as if the world outside has ceased to exist.

“I can’t get enough of you,” you breathe out, breaking the kiss for a moment to look into her eyes. They’re almost black, hungry, impatient to get what she wants. And you’re happy to give it to her.

“Pues no lo hagas” she replies, her voice raw and filled with desire. She kisses you again, deeper this time, her hands roaming over the expanse of your back. Sweat be damned as her fingers breach the hem of your top to trace over tacky skin.

You groan into her mouth, feeling her touch ignite a raging fire inside you. Her hands slide up, pulling you even closer, the kiss growing more desperate. Her breath is hot against your skin as her lips move down your jaw, then your neck.

“Alexia,” you gasp, your hands gripping her tighter, nails leaving crescent moons in her skin as they dig into her shoulders. She looks up at you from under her lashes, her eyes filled with the same aching need you feel.

But just as you’re about to give yourselves to each other completely, a noise from the entrance makes you both jump. You pull apart, breathless and wide-eyed, turning to see one of the training staff walking in, clearly shocked to find people in here so early.

“Uh, no esperaba a nadie aquí todavía”, he stammers, looking between the two of you suspiciously.

“Sólo estábamos... entrenando un poco más...,” Alexia says quickly, shakily, as she tries to regain some semblance of composure.

“Right,” you add, trying to steady your own breathing and smooth the creases Alexia has created on your clothes. “Early bird and all that”

Rafael nods slowly, still looking very slightly puzzled. Your English idioms flying straight over his head. “Bueno, entonces iré a prepararme. Disculpadme”

As he walks away, you and Alexia share a look, adrenaline still thrumming painfully through you. You’re transported back to your teenage years, hiding things from your parents. Giggling about all things relationships with your friends at the dinner table at lunch.

“¿Más tarde?,” she asks, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt.

“Definitely,” you reply, giving her a kiss on her lust bitten cheek before you both return to your routines. Always making sure there was blonde hair in your periphery.

4.

The trip had been a welcome break from the relentless pace of the season. The team had earned a couple days respite, and the serene coastal town of Cadaqués provided the perfect escape. Now, you find yourself on the balcony of the hotel room, the ocean waves crashing softly in the distance. The evening air is cool, carrying the salty scent of the sea.

You’re both sitting side by side, the balcony’s small table cluttered with the remains of your dinner. Alexia’s hand is resting on the armrest of your chair, her fingers just grazing yours.

“I can’t believe how peaceful it is here,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. Leaning your head back to bask in the remainder of the sun.

Alexia turns to you, a soft smile on her lips. A smile saved just for you, you’ve learnt. Well you and her precious trophies, but that’s by the by. “Sí, lo sé. Es bueno... respirar”

You nod in agreement, your eyes drifting out to the horizon where the sky is painted in hues of pink and orange. Mesmerised by the boats rocking on the water. You wonder if Ale would ever be up to sailing one herself.

The conversation flows easily enough, touching on everything from the match preparations to the local cuisine. It’s comfortable, natural, the kind of exchange that happens between two people who know each other well.

“Voy a tomar una copa,” Alexia says after a while, standing up and stretching. “¿Quieres algo?”

“Surprise me,” you reply.

As she heads inside, she pauses to lean down and press a quick, tender kiss to your waiting lips. It’s effortless, an instinctive expression of affection that has become part of your routine. Woven into the fabric of your relationship, never to be unpicked.

“Volveré,” she says with a smile before disappearing into the room.

You sit back, a content smile on your face, listening to the sounds of the evening. It’s moments like these, simple and unforced, that make everything feel as though this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Alexia returns a few minutes later with a can of coke for you and a water for herself. She hands you the can and sits back down, her shoulder brushing against yours.

5.

Cotidie morimur, we die every day. It’s dramatic but today it has shown to be true.

Alexia scoffed when you recited it to her, but you have a right to be frustrated. And frustrated you’ll be for however long your body takes to heal.

You’re sidelined for weeks, maybe longer, and the reality of it all hits you hard. The doctors have diagnosed it as a torn Semimembranosus. Otherwise known as a really fucking bad hamstring strain. And the limitations on your movement are a constant reminder that you can no longer do for what you are paid.

Alexia has been by your side through it all, a constant steadfast presence of comfort and support. Now, she’s helping you in the bathroom, her bathroom, her movements careful and tender as she assists you into the shower. The water is warm, cascading over your skin, but it does little to soothe the ache in your heart.

“Let me help,” Alexia says softly, her voice breaking the silence. She speaks in English because she knows you’re far too overwhelmed to translate what she is saying. She is too good for you.

You nod, too exhausted, too emotional to speak. She takes the soap and gently lathers it over your shoulders, her movements light and careful around your sore muscles. You can’t hold back the tears anymore, and they join forces with the water running down your face.

“I know it is hard,” she murmurs, her voice thick with easy empathy as she washes your back. “But you will get through this. We will get through this”

You sniffle, trying to keep the sobs at bay, but you fail miserably. Your throat closes the more you try to push the tears back to where they came from. “I feel so useless”

She turns you gently to face her, her eyes searching yours through the water droplets clinging to her own lashes. “You are not useless. You are strong. This… this is just a moment. It will pass”

The sincerity in her eyes is your undoing. The tears come harder now, and Alexia pulls you into a careful embrace, mindful of your half broken body. She presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, her lips warm and reassuring as you stand there trembling in her arms.

“Estoy aquí,” she whispers against your skin. “I am here”

Her words are an outstretched hand, grounding you as you let the emotions run their course. She continues to help you wash, her touch gentle and comforting as she cleanses you. When the sobs finally subside, she leans in and kisses you softly, her lips tender against yours.

She is apologising through her actions as though she is to blame.

You cling to her, the kiss a salve to your wounded spirit. It’s a promise, a reminder that you’re not alone in this. As the water continues to fall around you, Alexia stands tall, strong, steady. Making up for the slouch in your shoulders and the bump in your road.

“Thank you,” you whisper into her collarbones when the kiss ends, your voice unstable as if it does not trust itself to do its job.

She smiles, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “Always, mi amor. We will get through this together”

1.

D Day.

Your first game back after the injury. You feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The atmosphere in the stadium is electric as always, and you can feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through you as you step out of the tunnel. Every cheer, every chant feels like a victory in itself.

The game has already been secured, your team leading with a comfortable three goal cushion coming up to the final ten minutes of the game.

The subs board goes up when the ball goes out of play. Aitana’s number for yours. Your cue. Your heart leaps out of your chest when you step up to the touchline.

As discussed the weeks leading up to this moment, Jona thought it best to ease you back in, giving you the last few minutes to get a feel for the field again. It’s a calculated move, a chance for you to shake off the rust without any pressure.

And you didn't. You had fun. You felt fresh and new and ready to take on the world.

As the final whistle blows, signaling the end of the match, a wave of relief and triumph washes over you.

You’ve made it. You’re back.

The cheers of the fans fill the air, but nothing compares to the sight of Alexia running towards you, her face flushed and sweaty and happy. She reaches you, and before you can say anything, she pulls you into a tight hold.

“Estoy tan orgullosa de ti,” she whispers fiercely, her voice so full of pride it makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Happy tears this time though. You don’t think you’ve got any sad ones left.

“Thank you,” you manage to reply, the words barely escaping your lips before her mouth is on yours.

The kiss is spontaneous, a crude outpouring of emotion that catches you off guard. It’s fierce, passionate, and utterly uninhibited. For a moment, the world around you fades away. There’s only Alexia, her lips on yours, her hands gripping at your shirt like she never wants to let you go.

Somewhere in the distance you hear the flurry of chears and gasps from the crowd, but neither of you pay it any mind. This moment is yours, a testament to everything you’ve endured and overcome together. When you finally pull back, her eyes are shining with her own unshed tears.

“Te quiero,” she says, her voice steady despite the tumultuous fire coursing through her. The shake of her hands. How she tiredly leans into you. You are Icarus and she is the sun.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Your pain finally thawed.

Your teammates swarm around you both, their hails and congratulations mirroring those coming from the sea of Blaugrana in the stands. Mapi claps you on the back, grinning like a cat who has just got the cream. “¡Vaya beso! Now that’s how you make a comeback”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep inside you, unable to be contained. The team forms a circle around you, and for a moment, you stand at the center of it all with Alexia by your side, feeling more loved and supported than you ever have before.

[noyasmashing]

Asking Haikyuu!! Characters Out

CW: Nishinoya, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Sugawara, lots of blushing, no nsfw this time!

A/N: Been dying to write about more Kenma so ofc I had to sneak him in there

Nishinoya: If Nishinoya had a crush on you, he'd be completely delusional about it, and to make matters worse, Tanaka would only encourage him. Did you ask him what day it was in class? Yep, according to him, you're head over heels but too shy to admit it.

And despite all his bravado, he'd be utterly taken aback if you asked him out on a date. Picture red ears, stuttering words, and avoiding your gaze out of sheer nerves.

Once you're deep in conversation on your date, he'd start with the cheesiest pickup lines. If you happened to bite your lip, he'd insist on kissing it better. I wouldn't be surprised if this man proposed to you with a candy ring pop.

But when it's just the two of you, his confident façade would vanish. He'd become all whiny and desperate for your touch. Pinning him against a wall and kissing him would literally make his knees buckle.

Yamaguchi: While Yamaguchi tends to be shy around others, he can become quite chatty when you catch him alone without Tsukishima around. I have a feeling he'd be really into J-pop/K-pop, so if you share that interest, you guys would hit it off instantly.

When you started talking more, he might have assumed it was because you liked Tsukishima. But if you were to ask him on a date? Oh boy, he'd be giggling all shyly.

Of course, he'd probably suggest going to a cafe or an arcade. A cafe date would feel incredibly romantic to him—sitting across from you, sipping a warm latte, engaging in good conversation—it would make him weak in the knees.

Walking him home after and planting a kiss on his lips would catch him off guard. He'd be nervous, worried you might think he's inexperienced and tease him, so he'd try to act like he knows what he's doing.

But if you were to place a hand on his hip and deepen the kiss, he'd pull away, confessing that he likes you so much, and he’s scared that you might not like him back if he’s a bad kisser.

Hinata: Even if Hinata was head over heels for you, that poor boy can be incredibly clueless. Lost in the world of volleyball, if you suggest doing something together, he might just ask you to set for him. 🤦‍♀️

Later on, when someone finally clues him in that you were hinting at something romantic, he'd feel so bad! He'd show up at your desk with your favorite drink and candy in hand, suggesting to go downtown for some fun shopping!

When you guys do go out in public, he'd get incredibly bashful if you wanted to hold his hand. A cool, pretty person like you wanting to hold him?? He'd be over the moon. When you two lock hands or even just link pinkies, he'd feel so calm and secure, never wanting to let go.

Kenma: Kenma could be silently obsessed with you for years without saying a word. It'd be incredibly hard to read him, making it tough to decide whether to make a move.

But when you finally do, he'd give you the warmest smile that instantly erases any doubts you had. However, being shy, he'd prefer to do something at home.

He'd absolutely love baking with you! Creating silly cakes resembling Minecraft or another video game he's into would be a blast for him, and it'd be quite humorous too!

Once your creations are ready for tasting, he'd become shy if you tried to feed him. He couldn't help feeling mushy and embarrassed as he opened his lips for a bite. And if you swiped frosting off his cheek? His whole face would turn red, and he'd want to curl up into a ball.

Sugawara: Sugawara often struggles with feeling like less of a teammate for not being in the starting lineup. So, receiving special attention from someone as attractive and cool in his eyes as you would completely blow his mind.

If you were to ask him to spend quality time together? He'd plan the sweetest little picnic and nature walk. On the outside, he'd act chill and fun, but deep down, he'd be freaking out.

And if you casually complimented him? Oh boy, his face would turn as red as Tendo's hair, trying not to lose his cool. The way you praise him so casually, as if he should know how amazing he is, makes him feel incredibly special. He'd just want to be wrapped in your arms while you showered him with kisses all over.

[blackdollette]

"heard that you like the bad girls." | spencer reid

video games. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: when the black cat meets the golden retriever.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.2k

contents: opposites attract, spencer being a sweetheart, fluff, not proofread

it had to have been a cruel joke played by the universe when you and spencer were assigned to work on a job together.

your interactions with him had never gone past glancing at him as he passed by or blankly nodding at the factoids he spat at 100 words per minute. he was a self-proclaimed genius, equipped with intelligence that many could only aspire to obtain. so it didn’t make sense to you why it was always as if his IQ got slashed in half whenever he spoke to you.

spencer was a sophisticated individual, particular about everything from the way he carried himself to how each chestnut-brown strand of his hair was laid. while you were the polar opposite. you went with the wind, going wherever the night took you. your attire consisted of dark colours and you put minimal effort into making yourself look professional, though you suppressed your style just a little to help it meet the nonexistent workplace requirements. even with your lack of interactions, spencer could tell you had a bold personality. and he longs to search and explore every part of it.

the first step he took in getting to know you was offering to give you a ride to work. as usual, you were running late. he’d said that he’d be at your place by 7:30 and you watched the long arm of the clock tick to 7:29. you slipped on your dark brown sweater, letting it rest on top of your pleated black skirt. you hastily put on your dark tights, finishing off the look with your black doc martens. you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you didn’t look as crazy as you felt you were going.

as the clock hit 7:30 the doorbell chimed, perfectly on cue. you quickly grabbed your bag, dashing down the stairs until you reached the front door, seeing spencer through the lens of the peephole. you let out a soft breath, taking in the 6 feet of elegance that awaited you on the other side of the door. the bright morning sub made his hair appear to be made of one million pure gold threads, his eyes turning into soft pools of honey.

with a deep breath, you opened the door, greeting him with a warm smile. he met your eyes with warm eyes and the softest smile you’d ever seen. he stared at you, not saying anything for a good moment until you cleared your throat to catch his attention. he ran a hand through his hair, blinking himself out of his smitten daze.

he couldn’t get over how much he wanted to know about you. you were attractive in a frustratingly effortless way, like you just so happened to roll out of bed looking like a goddess. he had gotten lost in your gaze again, finally coming to his senses after another long minute. “g-good morning.” you laughed softly as he stammered. “morning, doc.” you teased, never having bothered using such formalities before.

he went to extend a hand toward you before thinking that he was moving too fast. “shall we? my car’s in your driveway.” you nodded, walking out the door and shutting it behind you, making sure to lock it as you and he strolled over to his car. he opened the door for you and you hopped in, slightly flattered by his chivalrous gesture. he got into the driver’s seat next to you, stealing a quick glance in your direction as you buckled up his seat belt. he’d never been able to take his eyes off of you, but the feeling got even more intense when you were this close, your scent filling his nostrils. he started up the car, pulling out of your driveway.

you yawned, rubbing your eyes as he began to drive down your street. he raised an eyebrow. “tired?” you nodded. he began to speak again, his eyes lighting up in the way that they usually did whenever he went off on irrelevant tangents. “for optimum health and function, the average adult requires around 7-9 hours of sleep to function properly during the day. but studies show that 60% of women fall short of that goal.”

you laughed a little, amazed by how quickly he could pull the facts out of his head. he pulled out of your street, driving in the opposite direction of the workplace. “how about we head down to that coffee place across from your house? i saw it when i was coming earlier.” and he absorbed knowledge like a sponge. you smiled. “yeah, that’d be great. thank you, spencer.”

you could’ve sworn you heard him squeal when you called him by his name. you pulled out your mirror, fixing up your hair as he pulled into the parking lot. “i’ll be back in a minute, okay?” he walked into the cafe before you could respond. and he hadn’t even taken your order. you were willing to bet a large sum of money that he’d draw an assumption on how you liked your coffee. you took it black, no cream and no sugar. but no guy had ever guessed that right.

you flipped through the radio channels, searching for something good to play. you assumed that you’d be waiting for him for a while. but he walked out of the shop before you could even settle on something to play. he hopped back into the car, holding two large coffees in his hand. your eyes were wide. “that was quick.” he nodded. “i ordered ahead of time. i had a feeling you wouldn’t be used to heading to work this early.”

you rolled your eyes, accepting the cup he held out to you with a smile on your face. you took a slow sip of the drink, eyes growing with surprise as you tasted the familiar, bitter mixture. he was watching you with a stupid little grin on his face. “no cream and no sugar, right?” your eyebrows inched up on your forehead. “how’d you know that?” he shrugged, putting the keys back into the ignition. “i see you everyday. it’d be a shame if i didn’t know how you took your coffee.”

you felt a sizzling sensation spreading in your cheeks. you turned away slightly, watching the atmosphere change as he drove away. the car fell silent, something you’d never expect from spencer. then he opened his mouth to speak again. “h-hey, i’ve been meaning to ask you something…” you tilted your head to the side, curious at what he had to say. he took a deep breath, trying not to sound as awkward as he knew he was. “all this work stuff is pretty hectic, like all the time. but you seem… i-i dunno. you always listen to what i have to say and never act like i bore you. s-so… i was wondering if you’d like to try out that new restaurant that opened after work…?” 

he regretted asking as soon as the word came out, but you were grinning from ear to ear as you heard him speak like a normal, nervous guy instead of the genius he was. “you asking me out on a date, spencer?” he swallowed hard, quickly looking over at you. “i guess you could put it that way…” you stayed quiet, watching as he squirmed in his seat. you found that you liked getting him all riled up. you lifted up in your seat a little and pecked him on the cheek, his face immediately flushing with crimson. “pick me up at 7:30. don’t be late.” 

you and him both laughed at the irony of that statement.

author's note: i need to rewatch criminal minds. i've completely forgotten everything about it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Make You Work

Sequel to Work It Out

Warnings: noncon, body insecurity, minimal editing.

Trainer!Clark Kent x short!chubby!reader; we didn't think this one was gonna happen, did we?

To those who read, I’d love a thot or two of what you think!

You press your back to the lockers. You can’t breath. Your skin speckles in a new sheen of sweat as you stare at the beast before you. The man with his damp curls and flushed cheeks, stone set in his jaw. The flames in his eyes scald you. 

“Clark?” You croak, terrified. 

He moves, too fast for you to react. You cry out, your feet tangling as you throat out your arm and drop your jeans onto the floor. He catches your arm and pulls you back, pinning you to the lockers as he snarls down at you. You brace yourself, whimpering as grabs your other wrist and forces your arms straight above you. You wriggle and flutter your lashes as tears sting in your eyes. 

“Clark, please, what are you doing?” You puff breathlessly. 

“I need you,” he growls as his humid breath fans over you. 

“No--”  

Your voice snags in your throat as his eyes drop down. He looks down at himself and you follow his gaze to the front of his shorts. You see the bulge beneath the dark fabric, twitching as you gasp. You tug on your wrists to no avail as he pushes them together, squeezing them tight as he wraps them in a single hand. 

His other roams down to your shoulder and his fingertips brush up your neck. You squeak as traces the line of you chin and pushes his knuckle against your lips. You stare up at him through welling eyes. You might be flattered if you weren’t so damn scared. 

He drags his hand back down, trailing down your throat and along your chest. His fingers rest over your ragged heartbeat and he tilts his hand to cup you through your bra. You shiver as he gropes you. 

“Please,” you beg in a willowy whisper, a tear riveting down your cheek. 

He doesn’t seem to hear you. There’s a tint to his eyes that makes you doubt he can. He slips his hand around the band of your bra and forces his between you and the metal doors. He pinches and swiftly unhooks the clasp. The fabric slacks and lifts as your tits drop out the bottom. It stays strung across your chest as your arms remain locked in his clutches. 

He brings his touch back to your chest, jiggling each tit, rolling his thumb around your rigid nipples. He purrs and dips his head. You cry out as he takes a bud in his mouth abruptly, his warmth seeping in you. Your sneakers squeak on the floor as you shift helplessly. 

He nips and you babble, more tears flowing as you shake your head. This isn’t happening. He can’t do this. He wouldn’t. Not to you. You’re not... good enough. 

He flicks his tongue around and sends a thrill down your spine. His hand wanders down your stomach and you suck in, conscious of your extra cushion. He tickles along the top of your panties, the one’s he said were so cute only moments before. A compliment you took as a taunt. 

He pushes his fingers flat against you and slips beneath the cotton. You tilt your head up and gnash your teeth, staring up at his grip still firm around your wrists. It isn’t as nice as you once fantasized. All those years when you thought you would die to have a man like him look your way. This just feels... suffocating. 

He grazes along your glossy curls and you squirm. You squeeze your legs together against his touch and he growls against your skin. He teethes you as his breath stains your chest. He nuzzles between your tits as he pokes two fingers between your folds, curling them as he forces them against you. 

Your knees buckles as your hip pangs suddenly. You whimper as the shock that zips up your leg, feet slipping apart as you try not to collapse. You don’t think you actually would, just dangle from his grasp like a puppet. 

He pushes further, his hand lodging between your thighs as he feels along your cunt. He drags his fingertips back and forth, rubbing you as your insides coil. A slick layer coats your lips, smearing around as lifts his head higher, burying it in the crook of your neck as he prods around your entrance. 

He drags his fingertips back and toys with your clit, flicking, swirling, swiping, teasing until your puffing wildly up at the ceiling. Your lip trembles as your chest burns. The sensations meld into a store of horror and delight. 

He snarls and bites into the tendon of your neck, pinching as the tension builds inside of you. Your thighs strain shake as you arch your back. A whine rises from your throat as sparks scatter through you and orgasm rents right up your middle. Your stomach muscles knots and your eyes roll back. 

It’s wrong, you know it is, but you can’t and won’t stop him. 

He pants against you, in time with you, as if he could feel the same release. He unlatches his mouth from you and raises himself up. He looks down at you and jerks you forward away from the lockers. You yelp as pout helplessly. His eyes creep up and down your body as he slips his hand free of your panties. 

He spins you suddenly, releasing your arms as you exclaim and flail towards the bench. You catch yourself on the metal, bent over and breathless as he closes you in from behind. He grabs your hips and you try to stand. He grips the back of your neck and holds you down, your ass up as he presses his crotch against you. 

He rocks his hips, simulating his intent as he grunts. His fingers crawl around your waistline and he rips the elastic down your ass. You yipe and squirm as the fabric falls just above your knees. He kicks your feet further part as he squeezes your neck till it tweaks. 

He feels along the front of his shorts and yanks them down. You fill him spring out against your ass, the rigid flesh rubbing between your cheeks. Your knees touch the bench and you lean forward, only for him to pinch your neck tighter. You relent as he guides his tip along the curve of your ass. 

You close your eyes and grit your teeth. Your hang your head as he bends his knees. He rubs himself against your folds, pausing to push against your entrance, before repeating the motion. Down, up, down, up, then he stops, poking until you feel your cunt stretching around his tip. 

He splits you in half slowly. That’s what it feels like. He rocks patiently, inch by inch, dipping deeper and deeper. The hot invasion has you moaning and mewling as your head lolls back and forth. His hand slides to your shoulder and his fingers curl into the muscle there. 

He leans into you until you’re on your toes. You whine as his pelvis presses to your ass. He wiggles as he buries himself completely in your taut walls. He groans and holds himself there. 

He exhales as he pulls back and your insides clench. As he slides back in you whimper. How do you feel even more full then before. 

He grabs your hip and pulls your ass higher as he thrusts again. Still slow, still patient. His deep groans drone through the air.  

His hand drifts down your back as his rhythm slowly builds. He brings it to your other hip, holding you in place as he rolls his hips against your ass. He growls and bucks harder, jolting you as you cry out. Your shoulders wrack as his nails dig into your flesh. 

He snaps his pelvis again. You mewl and he lifts your feet off the ground, holding you just off it as your bodies clop together. He rams into you, harder, deeper, furiously battering you as he loses all control. You keep your hands on the bench, dangling helplessly as he uses you. 

He slides his hand away from your hop and hooks his arm across your stomach. He pulls you up flush to him and your head falls against his shoulder. He clings to you, keeping you hovering as he ruts wildly, puffing over you as he bounces you against him. 

“You’re so sexy,” he snarls, “can’t you feel it?” 

He pounds harder and harder as your voice fizzles out and you reach back to latch onto his thick shoulder. His fucks you furiously as you bite down on your tongue, spasming. You cum again, even less ready for it than before.  

He turns and pushes you against the lockers. He crushes you as he jerks his hips up, over and over, grunting and growl as his hand runs up to knead your chest. He presses the tip of his nose to your grown and groans as he quakes. You feel him cum inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s whimpering. 

He stills, urging himself as deep as he can go. You gurgle and press a shaky hand to the metal. He lifts his head and kisses the top of your head. Slowly, he lowers you to the floor and slides out of you. A gush spills down your thigh as only your gasping breaths meet your ears. 

You lean, trembling, on the lockers and stiffly roll to face him. Your panties droop to your ankles as he pulls his shorts up. He cracks his neck, one way then the other, and shakes out his arms. He blows out a sigh and pushes back his curls. He smirks at you as his blue eyes glint. 

“Good work out,” he chuckles as he wipes his forehead, “don’t forget to stretch.” 

He spins on his heel, whistling as he struts away. You stare after him, stunned, and slide slowly down to your ass as your knees finally give out. You bow your head and reach under you, feeling along your swollen lips as you flinch.  

You feel empty and torn. You snatch your hand away and mop the tears from your damp cheeks. You didn’t even realise you were still crying. You fix your bra and reach back to hook it in place. Every muscle in your body hurts. 

You put your hand down and lean forward, groaning as you lift yourself to hands and knees. You crawl to grab your jeans the shift towards the bench. You grab it and push, forcing your feet under you, one then the other. 

You stand, swaying, and shake out your pants. It takes you several tries to step into them.  

When you finally get them buttoned, you pull on your jersey shirt then the zip-up you wore over it. You zip up your gym bag with your phone inside and ball up your gym clothes. You care them to the bin by the door and waver at the threshold. You drop them into the garbage and make yourself leave. 

You stumble through the gym, looking straight and no where else. Is he there? Is he watching? Will he follow you again? 

You walk faster and faster, unsteady and clumsy as you rush towards the stairs. Your fear bubbles up with the humiliation. You don’t let it boil over it, fighting desperately to outpace it as you clamour down the flights. 

You’re never going back. Never, never again. You tried working out. It’s not for you. 

[dpspcehntr]

XAVIER: An Introduction

Pairing: Xavier x Reader

Zayne | Sylus | Rafayel

Word Count: 0.5K

Warnings: wet dreams, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving)

Welcome to part 4 of this series! This series is me introducing you all to how I write for them. Requests are open and feel free to leave a comment cause I love them and read them. It also keeps me motivated!

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this one. I kinda put some of my own fantasies in this one so it was really fun to write. I wanted to post him first originally but I am glad I waited! This idea came to me when I finished my Halloween asks. Anyway! Enjoy!

"I had a dream about you last night but I'm too embarrassed to tell you what happened."

You snuggle into his chest while a movie plays on low volume. His arm was snug around you tracing circles on your back.

"No fair! I tell you all my dreams, especially the ones about you!"

You pout and squeeze his waist a little tighter. He clears his throat and grabs your arm. He lightly pushes you off his chest so you can look him in the eyes. His face was a bright shade of pink and he couldn't look you in the eyes.

"Oh it was that kinda dream. Well now I'm more curious."

You lean into him, inches away from his face. Your breath hot on his face as he blushes deeper.

"I want to recreate it."

He finally lifts his eyes to yours, his breath coming out in pants. It must've been some kind of dream for him to be so worked up.

"Y-you were standing over me and ah- uh you were r-rubbing yourself right in my face. I-I was jacking off and you licked my cum of-off my chest."

You at him in his ruined state, already getting hard, lost in the recollection of his dream. You slide off the couch and stand in front of him. You slowly slip off your shorts and underwear. His eyes growing more and more desperate as you revealed yourself to him. You kneel on the couch.

"Like this?"

You stretch your leg over to the arm of the couch, positioning yourself right in front of this face. You slowly start to rub your clit as a whimper leaves his lips.

"Yea just like that."

He quickly rids himself of his shirt, reaches in his pants and pulls himself out. He grips himself in his hands and slowly begins to pump himself in time with you. With your other hand you slide your shirt over your breasts and roll your nipple in between your fingers. You toss your head back with a wail and increase your speed. He follows suit pumping himself faster. Here you are locked in pleasure with each other lost in thought of the other. You slip a finger inside of yourself nearly buckled over in pleasure as he whimpers your name over and over.

"Xavier, I'm close."

"M-me too."

You pump your fingers harder into you, your orgasm teetering right on the edge. You feel his face inch closer to you, his breath hitting your clit. His tongue licks a stripe from your clit to your opening and you clench down on your fingers. You groan out as you gush over your fingers and his face. Feeling you cum over his face he blows his load over his stomach with a whimper. You collapse on the couch next to him and catch your breath. You look over at him, pupils blown, his lower lip swollen from biting it. You lean over and hover right over his stomach.

"Like this?"

You stick your tongue out and lap up the cum on his skin with a hum. He tasted sweet and you made sure to clean up every drop.

"Fuck. Yea just like that."

You sit up and pull his face in for a kiss, letting him lick the inside of your mouth and you moan. He pushes you back onto the couch and hovers over you. He kisses down your body, ready for round two.

[ticktokrobotsnot]

Hurricane Relief

This is part 2.

You can read part 1 here.

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader

Summary: The aftermath of a disaster and how we learn to cope, move on, and grow.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: 1) This is based off of s1e8, but we are going to pretend that Syd did the tablet thing correctly and Carmen doesn't lose his shit in ep7.

2) I am a completionist at heart so I felt an obligation to finish this because I know that if I was reading something and I didn't get a confession at the end I would riot and I aim to please.

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“Where did you get the money for bail?”

“Used our two week parachute.” 

Y/n, barely conscious felt something pushed up against her chest. She peeked her eyes open and saw that she was sitting in the backseat of Carmen’s car already buckled in. She shifted over to her left so she could rest her elbow on the armrest against the door and balance her head. Carmen glanced through the rear view mirror to confirm that she was still asleep, he locked the car door so she wouldn’t fall out. 

Richie looked back before uttering a small, “Thank you, cousin.” It was strangely vulnerable to thank someone and even more vulnerable to do it with an audience, even if they were asleep. 

“All good.” 

After a few more beats of silence, y/n assumed that their bro moment had reached its conclusion and that she could finally pretend that she had just woken up. Then she heard a sniffle, at first she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her but she heard it again, and then a few more times. Maybe now was not the best time to announce her presence. 

“You okay?” Although she couldn’t see Carmen’s face she was hearing concern and a bit of apprehension. She could tell he wasn’t comfortable with consoling Richie. 

A small but broken, “Yeah…I’m okay” escaped Richie’s mouth. 

Unable to resist, she stole a quick glance at the rearview mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carmen's eyes. They appeared slightly glassy, yet the softness in the corners revealed a simmering sense of relief. Though he was clearly upset, she reassured herself that he would ultimately be alright. Once they returned to the restaurant, she planned to check in on him, but without pressuring him. Recognizing his need for rest, space, and comfort, she understood that he often neglected these needs for the sake of others but she was determined to ensure he received the care he truly deserved.

Carmen took one last look back before pulling out of the parking spot and driving them back to the restaurant. Y/n was wide awake now but she knew that both Carmen and Richie needed some time and space to process what had happened. None of that would work if she was visibly awake, she had a feeling that they would pretend to be all tough by pushing their problems aside because they didn’t want a girl to see them being “sensitive”. So she planned to keep her head down and wait till they were near the restaurant to “wake up.”

The ride back was slow and smooth, Carmen didn’t drive over a single pothole, he stopped softly, and didn’t honk once, which was rare in Chicago. He wanted to drive her home and put her to bed but he had a feeling that she would be pissed if he dropped her off home while they went back to the restaurant. 

They were 45 minutes away from the restaurant but he was wondering if he should wake her up when they got there, or if he should let her sleep in his car. If he left her in the car she would be able to sleep in but it wasn’t safe, what if someone broke a window? At the same time, if he brought her to the restaurant, there was nowhere for her to rest. He was driving on auto-pilot while he was trying to figure out the best way to approach the dilemma, because if there was one thing that Carmen was good at it was overthinking. 

On top of worrying about y/n, Carmen had to steal a few quick glances at Richie to make sure that he was ok, it was hard to tell because he was looking out the window but the reflection showed Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, he was thinking about something, or someone. Thinking was better than being depressed. 

A small selfish part of Carmen wondered if anyone would ever dissect every small aspect of him to make sure that he was also ok, like he did for others. 

The car ride was peaceful and quiet until a neighboring vehicle suddenly honked near y/n’s window, causing her to jolt and accidentally slam her forehead against the glass.

“Jesus, fuck.” Y/n hissed while putting her cold hand on her forehead to calm the bruise that would inevitably form. Her cover was blown.

Carmen’s head whipped back, “Are you ok?” 

“I'm good, it's just a small bump.” She tried to rub the forehead to quell the pain but it was too tender. “Pay attention to the road, I don’t want to see another police officer for the rest of my life.” Carmen involuntarily flicked his eyes to y/n’s forehead through the rear view mirror. 

Y/n couldn’t tell what Richie’s status was and he hadn’t made a single peep the entire car ride, even when she was “asleep”, so she couldn’t gauge whether or not she should talk to him. 

“We’re glad to have you back, Richie '' She left it open and didn’t expect any response in return. He didn’t respond but he moved his eyes from the passenger window to the windshield and sat up straight. Y/n felt a bit of uneasiness, this was the longest Richie was quiet and she kind of wanted him to make fun of Carmen or at least laugh, something to show that he wasn’t hurting. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet, they eventually pulled up to the restaurant and they walked in. Y/n and Carmen had left the restaurant as it was and even though they knew it was a mess, it was a different beast in daylight. Both y/n and Carmen walked to their lockers to grab their emergency toothbrush and other hygiene products in an effort to look less dead. 

Once they freshen up they went their separate ways. Y/n walked behind the counter and pushed some styrofoam cups aside to start the coffee machine. She waited for the coffee to finish brewing before pouring a cup for the three of them. Richie took one of the cups off the counter and disappeared. 

She walked over to Carmen who was throwing away half eaten food from the tables. 

“Here.” she handed a cup over to him and once again their fingers brushed each other but this time she forced herself to ignore the electricity. Whatever she was feeling would be an additional burden to Carmen, one more thing for him to worry about. Carmen didn’t need this right now, he needed some calm and space. 

She heard a soft thanks, and even though she was supposed to give him space she couldn’t suppress the urge to check on him one more time. His eyes were no longer glassy but the dark circles told her everything she needed to know. He glanced up at her face, finally getting his first good look at her since they left the station. He walked over to the kitchen door and signaled y/n to join him right before he disappeared. She heard some shuffling and she walked over to the kitchen after taking one more look at Richie who looked like he was doing better. 

Y/n went to the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised that it was not as bad as the front, it wasn’t great but still miles better. The kitchen was empty but Carmen’s office door was wide open, she peered inside to see him holding a ziplock filled with a bit of ice and water. 

He shut the door and pulled out a chair indicating that she was supposed to sit. She sat and looked up at Carmen before feeling the ice on her forehead. She groaned in discomfort, “You didn’t have to.” Carmen moved the bag around so the cold didn’t hurt. Y/n felt like she wasn’t doing enough, she was supposed to take care of him and here he was taking care of her. That wouldn’t do.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked while avoiding his eyes. She couldn’t look at them without getting distracted and she needed to focus on Carmen. 

“I'm good.” Soft but left no room for elaboration. Y/n knew she couldn’t crack a few jokes to make him feel better, that was wholly inappropriate. She also couldn’t probe for answers either because that would just stress him out, any form of pressure would probably make him feel like a caged animal being cornered. Saying nothing felt like they were ignoring the very obvious elephant in the room. It was like all roads lead to nothing unless Carmen opened up a bit more, which didn’t seem like was going to happen so y/n settled for a distraction.

“Is it bad?” Y/n said while touching the bag of ice barley missing his fingers. She ignored Carmen’s body heat that was radiating onto her side and she also pretended not to notice the way that his lips parted in concentration.

“I'm going to need you to be honest with me, don’t worry I can take it. If I look like shit you’ve gotta tell me so I can get some impromptu bangs or something.”

“You don’t look like shit.” Carmen mumbled.

“I bet I don’t look good,” Y/n swiveled around towards Carmen’s desk for some scissors, “bangs it is.”she exclaimed. Y/n was only joking but she needed a bit of a breather before she broke her own rule about giving Carmen some space. 

Carmen grabbed the chair’s armrest and swung it swiftly so she was facing him again. Her heart leaped out. “You look like how you always do.” He was too much of a wimp to call her breathtaking, the word felt foreign in his head; he could only imagine how disturbing it would be to hear it from his lips. He gently grabbed her chin before putting the ice on her forehead again. Y/n couldn’t escape this time. 

The silence was killing her and she thought she should at least talk about her own experience to let him know that they could talk to each other about stuff like this. 

“I was really scared...” Carmen looked into her eyes and they softened a bit. 

“I was scared that Richie was going to be in jail for basically forever…and …and,” Y/n hesitated, was what she was about to say to Carmen considered cornering him?

“I was scared for you.” Carmen’s hand stalled midair, still holding the bag of ice. He didn’t move for a few moments, “I was worried that this would..” She couldn’t think of what to say next. She could feel the gears in her head working overtime to churn out something that would summarize what she was feeling. “..break you and you wouldn’t let me help you.” She felt her eyes start to burn and a lump form in her throat that was choking her. She wouldn’t cry, he couldn’t deal with his own problems while consoling her. 

“I would have been okay.”

Y/n waited till the lump in her throat stopped burning. “You always are Carmen, but sometimes it’s nice to be better than okay…” She couldn’t do anything about her voice cracking but she might as well finish before she became a mess, “You deserve it.” 

Y/n said her piece and they both simmered in the quiet. A sigh reverberated through the walls and Carmen looked into y/n’s eyes. His lips parted and closed a few times as he tried to formulate a response but nothing he could think off would sound as well-put together as y/n’s thoughts. He felt like he was seven again, a stuttering pathetic idiot who couldn’t say something as simple as a thanks. 

Y/n knew that they were done for now, she had exhausted him so she was finally ready to give him that space that he desperately needed. She slowly got up and slipped the bag of ice out of his hand and walked towards the door. Carmen didn’t look at her as she left but as soon as the door closed, he sank to the floor and sat there for a very long time. 

He finally leaves the office to help with the clean up and is greeted by the crew. Y/n was at the very end scrubbing her countertop which was covered in glitter. As he walks past the crew to survey the damage to the front, he gets a pair of gemstone covered stringy underwear swung towards his face. 

“This is not respect.” Ebra continues to wave the underwear at Carmen’s face.

“No, chef. That is not respect.”

Carmen walked to the front and felt another weight lifted off his shoulder to see that the majority of the mess had been cleaned up. It felt like he was finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. His chest felt a bit lighter and he knew it was thanks to the people around him. 

He walked to the kitchen and started slicing some onions, he would be in charge of family dinner. As he was making the sauce, he couldn’t help but notice that he had yet to hear or see y/n, not that she wasn’t in the restaurant but it was like she was doing her very best not to be noticed. She was quietly peeling garlic and even though Carmen hadn’t responded to her, he could tell that they would be alright. He just knew in his bones that they would come back together, he was going to make sure of it. 

As he opened the tomato can and dumped it in, he noticed a bit of green. Mold? Killing the heat, he swiped the sauce away and picked it up to remove the plastic to reveal a wad of money.

Y/n heard Carmen yell for Richie but she didn’t think much of it before she started hearing, “Shit…Fuck..”

A few minutes later the whole crew were opening cans of tomato sauce to dig out the money that was hidden within. Once all the money was out, Richie cleaned it up and sorted it, the crew cleaned up the sauce and Carmen finished up the pasta. 

They sat down for dinner, but y/n had no appetite. However, she couldn't afford to leave her plate unfinished without drawing attention. She discreetly observed Carmen, piece by piece, just to make sure that he was okay, actually more than okay. His hands were relaxed, she took a bite. His shoulders were at ease, another bite. His jaw was unclenched, yet another bite. And finally, the most crucial part, she stole a fleeting glance into his eyes. As she raised her head slightly to check, to her surprise, their eyes met. Against her instincts, y/n held his gaze. It left her breathless. For the first time, y/n saw a serenity in Carmen's eyes that she had never witnessed before. 

With this newfound contentment, it became evident that Carmen had discovered a new version of stability. If maintaining their current relationship, or lack thereof, could grant him such ease and relaxation, y/n was willing to patiently wait for him to embrace a future together, even if it meant waiting for years or even decades. She didn’t want him to relish in the calm but expect it, expect that life was also fun and full of love. Her wish was for him to experience a life of unwavering stability, so that even if unexpected challenges arose as he always anticipated, he would know he was not alone and that he would always prevail. 

Y/n was proud of him, which is a strange thing to say considering the fact that he was a tax paying adult, but she couldn’t help but give him a small smile that said I see you and I’m so fucking in love with you. 

Carmen wasn’t a poet by any means but he finally understood why people write poems about other people. A picture of y/n would have captured her beauty but a poem would have explained it. It was just a smile and he didn’t know why but it was burned into his memory. Y/n looked away to ask Sydney something but if Carmen closed his eyes she was still smiling at him. Y/n had given him many smiles but he knew at this very moment that he couldn’t last another day without her being his. It wasn’t just a smile, it was the weight behind it, the pressure that it put on his chest when she looked away from him, the gleaming aura that wouldn’t let him look away…

It was everything, it was his everything, you were his everything.

Dinner concluded, everything was cleaned up, and Carmen was no longer in his fantasy land where y/n was being lit by the sunlight or party lights and making him yearn, he had never yearned before. Carmen assumed that seeing her in the shitty kitchen lighting and in her messy apron would bring him back to reality but he was sorely mistaken. The pinnacle of his admiration wasn't confined to the previous night or that particular meal; it persisted, unyielding. It didn’t die down when she spilled a bit of oil on the counter, or when she flipped of Richie for god knows what, or when she sampled Sydney's experimental dish and tactfully suggested it needed something more, or when she stepped over to the side to redo her hair, or when she shook her foot because her legs were aching. He could never get tired of her. He could watch her stirring for days on end, each rotation captivating him anew. He could witness her redoing her hair for centuries, and boredom would remain a foreign concept. He could watch her smiling till the sun exploded billions of years in the future, and still, an insatiable craving for more would persist within him.

Time flew by and before she knew it the clock struck 10:30pm and y/n looked up from her stovetop and realized that she was the only person left in the kitchen. It was a bit strange to be alone in the kitchen without Carmen, it felt like a regular room. It lacked the mystic that Carmen brought into any room. She wandered into Carmen’s office but it was empty. The front was empty as well and y/n was getting a bit worried. She grabbed her cardigan from her locker, turned on her phone flashlight and just went to the back of the restaurant and sure enough she found Carmen lighting a cigarette. The phone light was the only source of light other than a very dim street light at the very end of the block, and the small fire lit on the end of the cigarette. She saw that he was surrounded by quite a few cigarettes, five plus the one he was smoking now. 

Carmen looked like a deer caught in headlights. Y/n leaned on the wall so she could see what was compelling him to stay here for what must have been an hour but it was just a brick wall. Carmen shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her. 

She waved her hand, “I’ve got a sweater and it's not that cold today.” She was getting deja vu. 

“The bricks are rough.” 

Y/n leaned forward to avoid scraping her favorite cardigan but he took this as an opportunity to stand in front of her and slip the jacket through her arms. He straightened the jacket near the neck line. His hand glided down the open panels. Although he didn't physically touch her, she could sense his warmth emanating through the narrow gap. 

Y/n said she could wait but what she wouldn’t give for him to grab the collar and kiss her. His lips were wet from licking them and she didn’t notice that he was staring at her lips too. 

Carmen snubbed his cigarette on the wall near y/n’s waist, and then dropped the cigarette but leaving his hand still there. “Y/n.”

A soft hum escaped her barely parted lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. It was as if she had entered a trance while staring at his lips, and even when he attempted to snap her out of it, she effortlessly slipped back into another spellbound state, captivated by the depths of his eyes.

“I have to kiss you.” 

He searched her eyes for a sign of hesitation but y/n wrapped her arms behind his neck and leaned forward. Carmen closed the gap and at that moment he knew that he was never going to be able to get enough of her. He slipped a hand behind her head and another on her hip. He pushed her deeper against the wall and he was having a hard time thinking, his head was spinning and it was making it difficult to imprint this sensation into his memory. It felt like trying to remember an ocean’s wave or a ripple in the sand. 

His lungs were burning and even though he knew that he couldn’t stay conscious for longer, he couldn’t pull himself away. 

After a few moments, y/n withdrew slightly, locking eyes with him, her beautiful gaze penetrating his soul. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, he instinctively leaned in, their foreheads touching. The kiss left him breathless, yet he yearned to prolong the contact, craving more of her touch.

Their breath mixed with each other before y/n tightened her grip around him and leaned forward to kiss him one more time, this time with a deliberate slowness that amplified the intimacy between them. He made a conscious effort to imprint the sensations in his memory, but they tantalizingly lingered before elusively slipping away, beckoning him to kiss her once more for a more vivid recollection. It felt new even after the first, second, third, and fourth kiss, as if each one unveiled a new layer of their connection. Carmen could die here and people would be able to honestly say that he died a happy man. He smirked against her lips, unable to help himself.

 They pulled away for one last time before Carmen slid his hands down her body and eventually they had lost contact. 

Y/n grabbed his hand and led him back to the restaurant and in the bright lights, y/n looked down at their interlocked hands trying to finally remember the sensation that she had missed a few days prior but was pulled out of it when she noticed that his hands were covered in cuts and scrapes. 

“What the hell happened to your hand?” Carmen's head felt like it was swimming.

He mumbled out a soft, “I think it was the bricks,” and then added, “I told you they were rough.”

“You should have moved them as soon as they started to hurt.” Y/n grabbed for the first aid kit so she could tend to his wounds. 

Carmen didn’t care that his hand was scraped up because he didn’t want any part of y/n digging into the rough brick, and a scuffed hand was a small price to pay.

“Better me than you.”

“You’re literally so annoying, I can't even look at you right now. Take me home, Berzatto.” Y/n humorously rolled her eyes and finished wrapping him up. 

And with that, Carmen finally found himself standing on solid ground, a place of stability and certainty. In the embrace of y/n's love, he discovered a resolute foundation upon which he could build a future with her. He no longer felt adrift, but rather firmly anchored in a love that provided solace.

[nctsworld]

golden hour

✩‌ mark x reader | camping au | established relationship | smut | fluff | 2.1k

SUMMARY | in which you make love with mark in a tent during the golden hour. // part of the connection series

WARNINGS | sexual content, (lovey) pwp, unprotected sex, brief impregnation fetish (breeding kink), some praise kink, oral sex (m and f receiving)

RATING | explicit

AUTHOR'S NOTE | inspirations are (besides the connection teaser vid and pics) jvke's golden hour, mark's golden hour, and this picture i stumbled upon

TAGLIST | @neocitycafe @sehunniepot

NORTH

North is home, where you left behind for this short road trip down the coast of California with the love of your life. 

During this trip, home every night has temporarily been your two-person sized tent being dragged around to different campsites.

This stop is more arid than others, with many rocks and cacti surrounding the ecosystem rather than grass and trees. Because of that and it being an off-peak period in the beginning of spring, it is likely why this campsite has no one else besides the two of you.

Although it takes some time, Mark and you finally finish pitching the tent and setting up the inside around the late afternoon. At this point, you mutually decide to take advantage of the area's solitude.

North of your bodies is also where it all starts. 

Mark and you are lip-locked between initial smiles and giggles. The oncoming sunset's rays beam through the translucent tent, creating a natural, ethereal glow around each other's faces.

There's no hurry. Mark usually doesn't hurry his kissing with you; he likes to savour every moment he can—each groan exchanged, each dip of his tongue into your mouth, and each suck you grant to his plump bottom lip.

But at some point, kissing each other's lips just isn't enough to satiate your desires.

EAST

East is where everything rises. 

Passion ascends as his mouth swerves away from yours, and instead captures the right side of your neck. You gasp sharply, eyes fluttering due to the power of that one spot. It's overwhelming, so much that it makes your knees buckle. You're grateful you're sitting on the ground with your sleeping bags laid out comfortably to catch you at the ready.

You return the favour by kissing places that make him weak—the constellation of moles on his face and neck, that one particular section behind his right ear, and right above his clavicle.

He hotly moans in your ear, letting his hands take a mind of their own. Your waist, thighs, and ass are his to squeeze, his to grip roughly. In turn, your hands latch onto Mark's rugged frame and back, admiring the firmness and contours in each muscle. Then, you begin lifting up his white tee, feeling up his fit stomach.

And at this point, because you're now straddling him, you feel his rising desire blatantly against yours.

Clothes are tossed aside to an area of the tent. Mark, now only in his underwear, aids you in stripping every piece from you, except for your panties.

SOUTH

Without a doubt, the absolute sweetest things happen in the south. 

Mark roams downward your body as you lay flat, displayed beautifully in front of him. Your lover lives up to his name, marking you with gentle kisses over your goosebumped skin. It's due to the slight bite of the breeze that enters the tent.

The sun dives further into the horizon, and your being is now enveloped in the golden hour of the hues of red and gold meshing in the sky and radiating over the Earth.

When he reaches your breasts, he imparts small licks upon your hardened tips, along with kneading and thumbing them throughout. Arching your back, you shiver, more so from his aching teasing than the breeze.

Further south, he traverses and his mouth leaves love upon your stomach before he spreads your thighs apart. He lays on his abdomen, his legs positioned awkwardly as a result of the tent's size, but all the while manageable and comfortable enough to continue.

He snakes his arms around your legs, staring up at you with his shiny, starry eyes. Mark chastely kisses your inner thighs, revering the softness of your skin, then kisses you once over your soaked panties. With that mere move, it causes you to lift your hips up in want.

Impishly, he chuckles and pulls aside the fabric to give one slow, extended lick from your centre to your clit. You gasp at the sensation, but Mark is addicted to teasing you. After he drags your underwear off, he simply continues to innocently kisses your thighs. A whine expels from you as you're about to protest, but then he dives in without warning.

Dulcet whimpers fill the air besides the rustling of the tent and the occasional sound of faraway birds. Mark prides in himself in times like this, having you prettily on display and breaking you down. You're all his to have and to hold—all for him to drink and devour to his heart's content.

Not only does he skillfully lap his tongue against your folds, but he sinks it deep into you and thumbs your clit simultaneously. Your fingers' hold tighten onto his hair the more he plays and unfurls you at the seams.

Noticing your body being keyed up by your tight hair gripping and hip thrashing, he takes you to another plane when he slips two fingers in and tongues your bundle of nerves, scissoring you into madness.

After letting you come down from your high, he pulls away and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, giving you his signature tender smile with glistening lips before it quickly fades into a sinful smirk. Just like that, with one look and a couple of minutes to catch your breath, you're ready to have more fun.

Often in the confines of your bedroom, Mark likes to stand by the bed when he watches you take him into your pretty mouth. Due to the tent's spatial constraints, he's gotten used to shimmying off his boxers and opting to do a standing kneel on your sleeping bags instead.

He strokes himself, preparing for what's to come. Inching nearer in a cat-like position with your ass up in the air, you instinctively jut out your tongue, wetting your mouth at the ready, and fixate on his desire gracing you with its presence.

At first, you stroke with him with your hand on top of his, but then he eventually slips it away and lets you do your magic.

We're back to kissing, but all attention is on his length, from the base to the tip. You dab your tongue at his tip leaking with precum, evidently worked up from before. A dab becomes two, then three, and when his tip is wrapped by your mouth, Mark dispels a high-pitched moan. All of his entirety is quickly loved by you.

Amidst the head bobbing, you ensure to also swipe at the underside of his cock, licking at a particular vein that always entices you when you're on your knees for him.

At some point, he raises an arm behind his head while the other weaves through your hair. With his possession still in your mouth, you glance up at him. Although half-lidded, he stares back intently, maneuvering your hair out of your eyes and bunches the rest into a makeshift ponytail.

“Such a good girl,” he grunts, eyes still trained on you.

Although you would never disregard his praise, you don't need him to tell you you're doing well based on how he grasps harder at the root of your hair and from the trickling of choppy, higher moans that compete with your lewd slopping.

Since you don't want it to end just yet, you draw back soon after. Giving him a sugary fleeting kiss, you then go on all fours in front of him. Taking his sopping desire, all thanks to you, he rubs himself against your folds, then eases into you.

You cry out in pleasure, and adjust to his fullness inside of you. Mark goes at a measured pace—fast enough that it gets you to the edge quicker, but slow enough to make you feel all his inches. Out of habit, you press the back of your hand against your mouth, muffling yourself.

“Don’t hold yourself back, baby,” he murmurs. “We’re all alone out here.” 

You nod thoughtlessly and comply, dropping your hand. It's an uncommon feeling to let yourself go, but you relax and try your best. Your soft moans elevate and gain traction in volume with each movement against your body.

“That’s it,” Mark says, reaching forward to caress your hair and sliding his touch downward to the small of your back. “That’s my girl.” 

Preening in the praise, you moan gutturally in response. The deep sensations enrapture you, blooming to every point of your body. Exerting the pleasure, you fall face-forward into your pillow and bunch some of it beside your head.

He continues to pound into you, groaning, “Love it so much when you moan for me...” 

A few moments later, your lover pulls you up by the arms, bringing your body almost parallel to his and picks up the pace. In this position, it's not as buried, but it's still just as satisfying, being filled with his cock like this.

When he slows the pace down, he releases you, having you land on your arms again. Kissing your shoulder from behind, he pants beside your ear, “Do you wanna switch it up?” 

You shake your head. “Don’t care”—at an unexpected thrust, you gasp sharply—“just want you.” 

Turning your head to face him, he follows-up with an ardent kiss. Despite him holding you by your chin, it's more delicate than you expect, unlike the sex so far. Mark takes a few moments to remind you how, no matter how crude it can be, sex with him will always be laced with love.

The sunset continues to fade as he removes himself from you and lovingly pats your hips, signifying you to turn around. Facing him now, you spread your legs once again for him, and you giggle as he drags you closer to him in one smooth move. He grins with his hair sticking to his perspired forehead, and once again, he lines up with your centre before gliding into your perfection.

In tandem, both parties' eyes tremble at the sensation. He fills you deliciously; for him, you squeeze around him like a vice he never wants to detach from. Hands are dragging along everywhere on each other's skin. Lips crash into the other's, then his to your breasts and yours to his shoulder. You're soon tied chest to chest, hearts racing in synchronicity.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Mark mumbles into your neck. “Love seeing you like this for me.” 

He lightly slaps the side of your thigh, causing you to moan further into his ear. Despite not wanting to, he opts to tear away from you. Readjusting your bodies, he draws you closer by a tight yank of your thigh, bottoming himself out in your crevice and uses his other hand to rub your clit.

He's on a mission to take you to the stars.

“Tell me when you’re close.” 

It doesn't take long for you to get there with how long this has been going on, nor with how skillful he is.

“Look at me, beautiful. Open your eyes,” he orders, his voice dripping with carnal assertiveness. “Look at me as I fill you up.”

You obey, snapping your eyes wide open, about to watch him come undone inside of you. You're transfixed on the point where you intersect, where he disappears so deeply in you.

But then, in a split second, you force yourself to stare down your love. Looking up at him, relishing in his pre-climactic image, you're on the verge of screaming, almost as if you're dying from the pleasure. His breathes come quicker, his facial features twisting. However, he dares not to shut his eyes, wanting to see you fulfill his command until the end of his surmise.

“That’s my good girl, such a good girl…” 

A beautiful low, drawn-out moan emits, and ecstasy permeates through the air, intermixed with the much needed cool breeze. Mark's hips jerk, then stiffen as he spills into you, painting your walls with his thick load.

WEST

And in the west, the sun finally sets almost to completion. The golden hour sinking away into the purple and pink hues of the spring sky. 

A sliver of the last light peeks through the tent's opening and lands directly over your face, the last of the golden hour saying hello and good-bye. 

With your respective sleeping bags covering some parts of your bare bodies, Mark tenderly swipes his thumb over your sun-touched cheek, admiring his angel of light that always leads him home. Just like Polaris in the night sky, you’ll always shine and guide his way back home.

You two eventually eat some prepackaged sandwiches for dinner in the comfort of your tent, but not until he kisses your temple and pulls you in for a tight hug, whispering sweet nothings and running his fingers through your hair until the sky becomes completely pitch black.

[cosmicflw3rr]

I NEED A FIC WHERE READER GETS HURT DURING RHEAS MATCH AT RINGSIDE AND DOM GETS ALL PROTECTIVE AND STUFF

care for me.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: getting injured was the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to you at this stage in your career. dealing with the injury alone was impossible, you needed to let someone care for you. he was that someone.

A/N: this oness longgg😭😭 I got carried away guys I’m sorry😔 and I also kinda don’t like this but yea, I changed it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for😔😔.

you were about to preform your finisher, a corkscrew senton from off the top rope. you had practiced it countless times and knew that you could pull it off, but it was still nerve-wracking every time. as you looked around at the crowd, the cheers and chants grew louder and more intense, urging you on. you could feel their energy coursing through you, giving you the strength and courage to take the leap.

as asuka rose to her feet, so did you. spotting a gap, you launched into a flip. but as you were about to collide with asuka, she sidestepped. you feet hit the ground with a jolt, a sharp cry escaping you as pain spiked through your right leg.

you crumpled to the floor, gripping your leg tightly, tears streaming down from the intense pain. the referee rushed over, bombarding you with a flurry of questions.

"are you okay?" overwhelmed, you could only respond with your actions, nodding before your voice could catch up. "can you continue the match?" once more, you managed to nod in, despite knowing you should've told him to end the match and acknowledged the pain, you stayed silent.

the referee stepped away, and asuka approached you, yanking you up by your hair hair before shoving you down. you winced, your hand instinctively reaching for your leg. she then snatched your leg away from you and delivered a kick that had you crying in pain.

she kicked your leg again, before locking it into a single leg boston crab. the pain was unbearable, and you found yourself tapping out frantically, your screams echoing in the air.

tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for her to stop. the referee quickly intervened, in an attempt to get her to cease the hold.

"get her off! get her off!" you pleaded with the referee, screaming for him to help you. finally, he managed to separate her from you, but the damage had already been done.

as asuka dancing around to her music, you gripped your hurt leg, tears streaming down. the ref assisted you to sit up, bombarding you with questions that your mind just couldn’t comprehend.

overwhelmed by the pain in your leg, the cheers, and the barrage of questions from the referees, “I can’t move it!” you cried out in frustration, “I can’t move it!!”

"listen," the ref urged, your sobs hushing as you looked at him. "we gotta take you to the medics."

"get dominik, please," you pleaded, your tears subsiding as you covered your face.

"I understand, but we need to get you medical attention first." the referee said, then another ref arrived, both assisting you to your feet.

they supported you out of the ring and onto the floor, your right leg lifted to avoid touching the ground. the audience applauded as you slowly but surely headed backstage.

when you guys reached the medical, the carefully set on the exam table, a wince escaping you as you shifted for comfort. “someone please get dom.” you told them as more tears escaped your eyes.

———

dom was backstage, eyes glued to your match. you were putting up a good fight. he watched as you climbed the ropes, hitting your chest, before doing the shoulder shimmy with your tongue out, paying homage to the late great eddie guerrero.

a soft chuckle escaped him, totally amused. he watched you launch off the ropes, fully expecting to land the move and put asuka away.

as soon as he saw her dodge and your legs buckle beneath you, crashing to the mat, he sensed something was wrong.

he straightened up, hand going to cover his mouth, worry washing over him as the cameras zoomed in on you, clutching your leg.

the camera caught the tears that were streaming down your face while the ref bombarded you with questions. dom glanced at damian beside him, both of them etched with worry.

turning back to the match, dom’s heart was racing.

dom saw the agony in your expression, but you gave a nod, and the ref backed off – he knew you were stubborn and were gonna be set on finishing the match. "what are you doing, amor," he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles nervously.

he felt totally powerless watching the attack . asuka approached, yanked you by the hair, and slammed you down.

watching her go after your injured leg, dom felt the anger boiling up inside. she was being ruthless on purpose.

he knew the industry – it's all about the win at the end of the day. but there's also an unspoken rule about keeping it safe enough so no one gets seriously hurt in the ring.

dom’s face twisted in a wince as he saw her strike your leg once more, locking in a single leg boston crab. your cries of pain pierced the air while you tapped out desperately.

the bell rung signaling the match's end, but asuka wouldn't release you. dom could hear your pleas on the TV, begging her to stop. his anger surged as the ref had to pry asuka away from you.

she showed no concern, just preoccupied with her win. dom watched, tense, as the refs swarmed to your side.

“what the fuck was that?" he muttered, taking a deep breath to mask his anger.

damian gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, "go check on her, I'll fill in the others." with a nod, dominkk acknowledged as damian left.

he glanced at the screen, shutting his eyes briefly at the sound of your distress. risinv swiftly, he left the screen behind, urgency driving him as he hurried to find you.

———

In the medical room, joseph, the medic was trying to talk to you, "we need to start checking out your leg to see what's wrong."

you shook your head, tears streaming down. "no, I'm waiting for dominik."

"but—“

"where the hell is he?" you snapped, the words coming out sharper than intended, pain and frustration getting the better of you.

"where is she—?" he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted you and stepped inside. "what happened? are you alright?" dom asked, just having come into the room. he moved closer, gently cradling your face and planting a kiss on your forehead.

feeling his presence, you eased up. "finally."

even with the comfort of his presence, you couldn't help but start to fall apart. he wrapped you up carefully in a soft hug, mindful not to cause you any more pain.

tears streamed down as you clung to him. "It's fucking hurts, dom. It hurts really bad," you wept, squeezing your eyes shut, the agony in your leg overwhelming.

his expression shifted to deep worry at your sobs. gently, he eased back, cradling your face in his hands, coaxing you to meet his gaze. "hey, look at me, please, look at me."

opening your eyes, you met his gaze, a frown etched on your face from the pain. you wished you could just vanish into thin air. your crying softened as you looked at him.

tears welled up again, the timing couldn't be worse—you were at the height of your career, and an injury was the last thing you needed. you attempted to steady yourself, but the mix of pain and stress was starting to wear on you.

he was worried for you, and felt how broken you felt. he felt powerless and wanted to do more to ease your pain. he spoke reassuringly, “you’re going to make it through this, just hold on. I'm right here with you, and everything's going to be alright." you nodded, brushing away your tears.

yet, new tears found their way down your cheeks.

joseph spoke up, addressing dom, "she refused any examination until you got here." Instead of scolding you, dom simply took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you squeezed back, feeling utterly shattered inside—this injury was a nightmare come to life.

with that, joseph set to work, conducting the necessary tests on your leg. it wasn’t long before he returned with the results. you glanced up at him, your eyes pleading for him to tell you good news, as anxiety knotted your insides.

he gave you a sympathetic look, bracing to deliver the difficult truth. "I'll be honest with you, y/n. and there’s just no easy way to put this, but It's a torn ACL and meniscus."

you bit your lip, holding back the tears. the room was silent until he spoke again. "you probably know a bit about this injury," you nodded. he took a seat on the bed across from you.

"given the severity of your injury, it won't heal by itself. surgery is necessary. It's less common to have a meniscus tear alongside an ACL tear."

"post-surgery, you'll need plenty of rest. then we'll have you gradually start rehab to build strength and mobility in your leg."

you held onto dom’s hand tightly. "how long am I gonna be out?" you murmured.

"you might be out for 6-9 months, maybe a year in the worst-case scenario. It all hinges on how well rehab goes and your recovery process. we've got to be thorough to ensure your leg is back to its best."

a feeling of disappointment hit you. "a year?" you said softly, barely above a whisper.

"It's not a guarantee you’ll be out that long," he reassured, and you nodded faintly. "but we have to be realistic—it's a pretty long recovery," he continued.

you nodded again, masking your emotions. "I'm going to review the other tests we did on your leg. I'll talk to your doctors and we can go over your next steps when I return," joseph said, then left, leaving you and dom in a quiet bubble. the two of you just sat there, enveloped in the stillness.

dom could tell you were reeling from the news, respecting your space and thoughts. he quietly held your hand, providing a comfort while you processed everything.

he couldn't do much, but his support was clear. he believed in you, confident that you'd get through this.

meeting your gaze, dom spoke up his voice steady. "you’ve been through a lot, y/n/n, and you have always made it through. this is just another hurdle. you’ll get past this one too. everything’s going to be okay."

at his reassuring words, the dam burst, and tears cascaded down your cheeks, your hand muffling the sobs.

dom wrapped you in another tight embrace, tenderly wiping your tears and cradling you as you wept. he stroked your back, trying to ease your pain with his comforting touch.

"shhhhh baby, it's gonna be okay. you're gonna be okay." dom whispered, his voice soothing.

"It's just... this has been my dream since I was a kid," you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady your voice. "I’m at this huge part of my career, a part where-" your words were swallowed by sobs.

your tears began to subside, replaced by soft sniffles. "I'm at this point in my career, where I’m the top—" you paused as tears continued to fall, and you let out a sigh, gazing upwards. "I'm at the top, everything's going great, and now I have this injury and-."

"hey," dom interjected gently, halting your rush of words. he wasn't trying to downplay your feelings, but he wanted to make sure you understood this wasn't the end. his hands cradled your face, guiding your gaze to meet his with kindness.

“I know, I know. but this isn't the end. the last thing I want is for you to believe that all your hard work and dedication is going to waste." you sighed looking up, you knew he was right. but it just felt so hard to come to term with it at this moment.

———

a few weeks later

resting in the hospital bed with nurses bustling around, prepping for surgery, you glanced at dominik, a wave of nerves hitting you. yet you felt a little more secure knowing you had the best surgeons on your service.

dominik leaned in close, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering just for you, "you'll be okay. they'll take care of you, mi vida."

his gentle voice enveloped you in a blanket of security. "I know, I'm just a bit nervous," you replied with a faint smile.

he kept his hold on your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "you shouldn't be," he murmured, "there’s no reason to be nervous, I’m gonna be right here until you get out and your parents are on the way, everything will be okay."

the nurses signaled it was time for surgery, he stepped back, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you with the lingering sense of his comforting warmth.

"I'll be right here," he whispered, giving your hand another squeeze, "te amo."

"I love you too," you responded, feeling his kiss on your forehead followed by a tender kiss on your lips. the nurses began to wheel you away to the operating room, where the stark brightness of the hospital lights was the last thing you saw.

———

your eyes gradually open, the glaring lights making you squint. glancing around, you spot dominik beside you, his thumb soothingly stroking your hand.

gazing at your leg, you notice the brace snugly fitted and bandages beneath it. the beep of monitors fills the air, and a chill from the hospital room wraps around you.

"hey," dominik's voice is a gentle whisper, "how are you feeling?" his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze. "don't worry, mi vida, everything went well."

"hey," your voice comes out a bit rough, but you manage a soft smile in response.

"are you okay?" he murmurs, concern flickering across his face as he hears the rasp in your voice. he glances at the monitors, checking they're all reading normal, then turns back to you. "are you thirsty?" he asks gently, his eyes filled with care.

you nodded, he grabbed a big jug of water from your bedside table. he grabs the straw, holding it up to your mouth and helping you take a sip of water. you realize how thirsty you were, you drank quickly taking a few sips to quench your thirst.

“better?” he asked, putting the jug down you were done drinking water, you nodded.

suddenly, your gaze moves to the chairs in the room, you see your parents you smile. "mom, dad," you greet them with a gentle yet happy tone. they approach, your dad planting a soft kiss on your forehead while your mom takes your hand in hers.

dominik watches closely as you interact with your parents, he watches them both interact with you with such affection, he can see your face light up when you see them.

he observes the tender scene for a moment, then turns to you with a small, smile. "how are you feeling honey?" your mom asked.

catching her question, you respond, "I'm okay, just a bit sore," your voice scratchy from not talking.

"I’m going to go tell the doctors you woke up." dominik announces before he leans in, whispering, "back in a sec," and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before exiting the room.

a smile lingers on your face as you turn to your parents. noticing their exchange of smiles, you ask, "what?" with a hint of curiosity.

your mom gently sweeps your hair aside. "he hasn't left your side since you got back from surgery," she shares.

"how long was I asleep?" you asked curiously.

after a brief pause, she calculates, "the surgery took roughly 2 and a half hours, and you've been resting for about three hours since. so, around five hours, more or less."

Surprised, you say, "he didn't get up once? not even for food or like to use the bathroom?"

with an amused look, your mom replies, "nope, he refused to leave your side, I tried to tell him to go take a break but he wouldn't leave. he insisted on staying."

as you reflect on it, butterflies flutter in your stomach. It's reassuring to know he stayed by your side, just as he promised.

you briefly close your eyes, "you tired?" she asked, you nod, allowing your parents to have their own conversation, a mix of worry and relief for your well-being.

a few minutes pass, before the door swings open, and dominik enters to the room. you stir awake at the sound of the door opening and closing.

he greets you with a warm smile, gently caressing your hand and planting sweet kisses on your forehead.

you smile back, and right on cue, dr. smith enters the room. your parents step aside, allowing the doctor to check the monitor next to you, ensuring that everything is running smoothly and your vitals are stable.

dominik stepped back to give the doctors space to examine you.

after the doctor finished up examining you, the looked at you, "your surgery was successful, and we've reconstructed your ACL and meniscus." you glance at your leg propped up on a hospital pillow and nod. "we’ll keep you here for a night or two to monitor your healing progress before deciding on the next steps."

"okay," you said a polite smile on your face as the doctor excused himself and left the room.

your parents embraced you warmly, your dad planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, before they headed out to the cafeteria. you mom told dom to call them if there was any problem or if you needed them.

dominik watches your family leave the room, leaving it completely quiet and still inside, he turns to you, “you alright, amor?” he whispers.

your eyelids were heavy as you murmured, "yeah, I'm good."

a gentle smile crossed dominik's face, noticing how tired you were. he tenderly swept a stray hair from your forehead. "want to get some more sleep?" he asked quietly.

with your eyes closed, you replied, "no, I just need to rest my eyes for a little while."

understanding, dom reached for his phone to update rhea and the rest of the judgment day, letting them know you were awake and all was well.

"rhea and everyone was pretty worried—" dom’s words trailed off as he glanced back to find you already dozing off, gentle snores escaping you.

he gave a tender smile and then did what he knew would be best for you right then. He took the blanket from the foot of your bed, draped it over you, and after positioning a chair near your bedside, he sat down to stay close.

———

as your blinked your eyes open, the room glowed with the soft light of early morning. near your bed, dominik was eating.

"good morning," you said, a sleepy smile on your face as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

dominik caught your voice, glancing your way, before flashing a smile. "morning, baby," he greeted, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. the subtle, soothing scent of his cologne filled the air, calming you down.

"you grabbed some food?" you asked, your stomach rumbling a bit.

"no, rhea and damian dropped it off. they were going to stay till you woke up, but had to catch a flight to the next show," he explained, and you nodded, totally getting it. he motioned to his meal that looked like it came from the dunkin' donuts nearby. "they got something for you too," he said, sliding over with your food in hand.

"they also got your favorite coffee," he mentioned, pulling up a chair. “do you wanna eat now or later?”

"definitely now," you replied, your hunger making itself known loud and clear.

dominik gave a nod and set the food on the hospital bed tray before you. "everything feeling okay? any pain?" he asked gently, his eyes following you as you started to eat.

you shook your head, mouth full of food, swallowing it before you spoke, "just sore, so it's a bit uncomfortable."

he smiled, seeing how eagerly you were eating. "looks like you're enjoying breakfast.”

"mhmm, it's really good," you managed to say between bites.

"don’t worry when we get out of here, I’ll take you to get dunkin again." he chuckled, amused by your enthusiastic eating.

"please do," you agreed, slowing down a bit. you set the sandwich down, still chewing, as you looked at him.

"you’re the cutest when you eat, you know that?" he murmured with a soft smile, then took a bite of his own sandwich.

you gave a playful eye roll in response. "how's that even cute?" you chuckled, questioning the logic.

"I can't explain it," he chuckled, "you just remind me of a baby dinosaur." he laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

you burst out laughing. he beams at you. "you don't think so?" he teased, and you just smiled, taking another bite.

you caught him looking your way again before he gently asked, "everything taste okay?"

"yeah, it's perfect, thanks.”

"good," he smiled, then took another bite of his food. “I can’t wait till we get you home,” he said, eyes flicking up to you as he continued eating.

you finished off your sandwich, murmuring, "me too." after wiping your hands, you reached out for his.

he set his sandwich aside and took your hand, fingers intertwining. the warmth from his hand infused into yours.

a small smile played on his lips as he looked at you, "thank you," you said to him.

he glanced at your interlocked hands, noting the size difference with a smile. "of course," he responded gently, appreciating the closeness.

he brought your hand up placing a gentle kiss on it, before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “no seriously, for everything.”

he was silent for a bit. "you don't need to thank me for being there and caring about you." his grip on your hand tightened gently. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

looking at you, his eyes brimmed with fondness. "te amo," he said gently, content to remain just like that for eternity.

"I love you too," you replied with a playful pause, "If you really love me, you'll let me have a sip of your coffee."

he chuckled quietly, "i guess." he said sarcastically after taking a quick sip, you hit his arm lightly as he lifted the cup to your lips for you to drink. It was pleasantly warm and delicious.

"thanks, babe."

with a grin, he replied, "anytime, amor,"

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[tofuxtea]

𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐘 | 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙙𝙤𝙢 + 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — koby x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, femdom, begging, handjob, sub!koby, authority kink if u squint (koby calls reader ma’am), bossy reader, brief mention of spit (uses as lube), “pretty boy”, “good boy”, “baby” are used by reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 1k words, not proofread. THIS IS ACTUAL ASSFART I HAD AN IMAGE IN MY HEAD AND I WASNT ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE IM SADDD :( but whatever EAT UP YALL!!! [ kinktober m.list ]

“you’ve gotta be quiet, alright?”

you whispered sternly to your marine captain as you hovered over him, waiting for him to answer.

it was well into the night, the only sound for miles being the gentle swoosh of the waves against the ship. meaning it wouldn’t take much to wake the crew up.

koby knew this, but he didn’t care anymore. it had been an agonizing week without you and he couldn’t bear it anymore. your touch, your voice, your love, you. he needed you. who were you to deny him?

“baby, answer me.” your tone, slightly sharper than it was seconds ago, forced his gaze up where it had been locked on your fingers that lingered at the waistband of his pajama pants. his big blue eyes glistened behind his round glasses when they met yours. “think you can be quiet for me?”

koby nodded eagerly, his disheveled pink locks bouncing. “yes ma’am, i-i’ll be quiet.”he pleaded, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible. the corners of your lips quirked upwards at his poor attempt. it was good enough for you.

“such a good boy f’me,” you murmured before your lips landed on his, hardly muffling the whimper he let out at the contact. the tip of your nose bumped the rims of his glasses in your own haste, knocking them uneven on his face. koby either didn’t notice or didn’t care, pushing desperately into the kiss.

you felt the tips of his fingers brush against your thighs that straddled him, practically aching to feel you. so you gave him what he wanted, letting your hand slowly move down to his cock, hard in his pants. you gently palmed him at first, relishing each whine and whimper that tore from his throat.

“p-please, ma’am,” koby whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure and excitement. looking into his eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted. but you still furrowed your brows and tilted your head ever so slightly.

“please what?” you wrapped your fingers around his clothed cock, granting him the slightest of friction before he could get a proper response out. “c’mon, use your words, my pretty boy. what d’you want me to do?”

koby desperately tried to muffle his shaky moans with the back of his hand, nearly buckling in on himself from that alone. “touch me, please. wanna feel you s’bad.”

you hummed with satisfaction, admiring his flushed face and tented eyebrows when he managed to find your eyes again. they were glossed over as impatient tears started to prick at them.

“that’s it, my good boy. go on ‘n lay back for me, hm?” you aided him, easing him down onto his elbows before your lips crashed onto his again, catching him by surprise. koby whined into your mouth when he felt your hand leave, though it was back in a blink, this time tugging at his waistband to free him from his thin pants.

he was painfully hard against his lower stomach, tip red and leaking already. you held a cupped hand beneath his chin, koby not missing a beat as he spat into your hand. “good boy.” you mumbled, hypnotized by his compliance.

you wrapped your hand around his hard cock, koby shuddering at the sudden sensation. he wanted to beg you to keep going but his voice got caught in a particularly pitchy moan, at which you raised your eyebrows.

“what’d i say, baby?” your expression turned stern and your eyes narrowed slightly. koby quickly shook his head.

“‘m sorry, won’t happen again.”

the stare you gave him made him feel tiny underneath you. a soft yet uncertain hum vibrated in your chest. “no. no it won’t. can’t have anyone waking up, hm?”

you waited for him to reply, and just as he went to whisper something to you, you twisted your palm around and up his shaft, catching koby off guard.

“fuck,” he shakily hissed, bucking up into your hand. “nono, i promise i’ll be quiet.” he all but pleaded this time.

“atta boy.” you smiled down at him, only half confident in his claims. but you still gave him what he wanted, slowly starting to pump his cock while you planted sloppy kisses to his neck.

koby whined into the back of his hand, his head lulling back. “f-feels so good — fuck — don’t stop.” he begged, shamelessly rutting up into your warm, wet palm.

“so eager, hm?” you cooed. his noises were like music to your ears, lulling you into an indescribable high. your hand moved quicker, craving more of them.

koby’s legs tensed and his body writhed underneath you, and he pleaded for you to slow down in between choked moans. but you knew he didn’t mean it. his hips betrayed him, lifting to match your pace.

“c’mon, baby, you can take it.” you whispered against koby’s neck before latching onto his collarbone, painting deep purple bruises on his skin. his hand grasped at the nape of your neck with a groan, keeping you in place.

his head fell back, allowing you to press messy kisses to his throat. “‘m gonna cum.” he tried to keep his voice low, inhibitions steadily slipping the closer his orgasm grew.

“go on, baby. cum for me.” you pulled back to study his face, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow as it hit. his lips parted with a shattered moan, though it was muffled when yours landed on his in a deep kiss.

you felt him tense underneath you as thick ropes of cum painted your hand and his stomach. you kept going, pace unrelenting, drinking in each shudder of sensitivity he’d let out. “that’s it,” you softly encouraged him.

koby rode out his orgasm, gently rutting into your fist with a whine until there was nothing left. his cries got higher and harder to hide when he found he couldn’t stop, the stimulation like a drug.

“want more, please.” koby begged, breathless once he managed to ground himself.

actual doodoofart ending but ASK me if i gaf … also morgan davies inspired this one tbh that man has got me in the worst most vile headlock known to man rn.

[phantomspiderr]

mirror kink w/ evan ‘buck’ buckley x f!reader

kinktober '24 ~ no 6

a/n: I really took a feeble attempt at kinktober and I realised I; 1) am not good at writing smut and 2) get really uncomfortable writing it really easily🙃 anyway I’m gonna try finish one more fic for Thursday and maybe next year I’ll try flufftober instead

“What are you doing with that?” You snicker as you watch your big, strong boyfriend heave your full-length mirror into the room until it’s placed against the wall next to your bed. At that moment you are more than grateful that he is shirtless, his muscles define more with the exertion and it makes your body heat up more than it already is. When Buck moves his attention back to you he’s grinning ear to ear seeing that you’re still lying in the same spot he left you only a moment ago. You’re half-dressed and your breathing is still rapid from the eager make-out you both just shared. A quiet giggle passes your lips as Buck crawls on top of you, your hands instinctively circling his neck and he lowers his head to kiss you quickly. Then in a second, his lips are by your ear and finally, Buck replies to your question.

“I’m going to fuck you,” his head raises until his eyes meet yours, “and I want you to watch.” You catch your bottom lip in your teeth before pulling your body up toward Buck. You’re back to exchanging heated kisses, tongues delving in for a taste as you both feverishly work on removing the rest of each other’s clothing. Buck’s hands are rough; they tug your jeans down your legs, turning them inside out until they’re off completely. Then he dives straight back into kissing you. Your noses brush together, breath mixing as you share another heated kiss. And another. And another. Delicately your hands fumble with Buck’s belt buckle and just as you’re getting close to undoing it one of his hands pushes between your bodies to hook around your wrist. He pries one of your hands away, pressing it into the mattress as he laces his fingers with yours. Absent-mindedly your other hand just follows, expecting him to do the same with that hand but his other hand never appears. Instead, it unexpectedly slips into your underwear, the touch of his fingers has your legs falling open even more.

Your breathing stutters and Buck finds this as an opportunity to move his kisses to your neck, going from placing gentle kisses to biting down just ever so slightly. His head keeps nudging yours to the side as his fingers start circling your clit just the way you like. Your mouth is agape, quiet pants falling out and then a much louder whimper when your eyes open and see the reflection in the mirror. It’s like an out-of-body experience. You watch as Buck’s bicep tenses, defining the muscle again with every movement. You can’t tear your eyes away from the reflection, it has you breathing harder and it doesn’t go unnoticed. You can see Buck raising his head and you can feel the lack of his warmth in the crook of your neck and your hand but it just doesn’t register in your mind that it’s happening to you. His eyes are glued to the side of your face, watching your reaction when he roughly thrusts two fingers into you with ease. Your eyes don’t shut instantly or roll back like they usually do, they’re locked onto the mirror as you eagerly keen. 

“You like watching baby?” His gravelly voice brings you back, reminding you that this is actually happening and you’re not imagining it. Your head snaps back until your nose brushes with his again and then you’re nodding the best you can whining out ‘yes’ over and over as Buck’s fingers continue to thrust into you. Finally, you remember you have control of your body and move your limp arms back around his neck, pulling him down just enough to capture his lips again. A moan escapes you when Buck changes the pace and your head slips to the side, pressing your cheek against Buck’s and feeling the slightest scratch of stubble on your skin. Your eyes fall back to the reflection in the mirror and your breath hitches before another moan slips out. Buck places a few gentle kisses on your cheek, a sweet form of affection amongst the passionate exchange. “You gonna cum for me sweet girl?” Buck changes the movement of his hand, and now his fingers barely rock into you as his palm presses against your clit.

“Please,” you say through a pant, enjoying the new angle as your body curves up into his. It’s a slow build and you have to fight to keep your eyes on your reflection. Your fingers grip his hair and you feel his lips ghost over your jaw, his breath fanning down your neck. Then a choked sound of disappointment escapes you as Buck pulls away. He shushes your cries, “Hold on angel.” His fingers curl under the material of your underwear and he removes them in one swift motion and discards them haphazardly. His rough hands slowly trace up your legs causing goosebumps to rise. Buck suddenly moves off the bed, standing in front of the mirror facing you and his hand circles around your ankle.

“Come here,” you sit up and turn your body toward him and as gently as he can Buck pulls on your leg, dragging you to the edge. You look up at him, mouth agape as his hands come up to hold your face. You feel tiny looking up at him like this, head fuzzy as you wait for another instruction. Buck bends until his lips are on yours again, he gives you just one sweet kiss before he asks you to lay back. You rest back on your elbows and watch as Buck gets down on his knees, prepared to worship you like you deserve. For a second his eyes lock on yours and you see the sudden pink hue grow on his cheeks and it makes your heart flutter. He tries to hide his momentary shyness by pressing gentle kisses on the insides of your thigh, hoisting each leg over his shoulders and slowly his confidence grows again. Your eyes flutter to the reflection behind him, you can see his defined muscles ripple with every move and a long sigh falls from your lips as he raises enough to place a line of kisses on your hip. There’s a smirk on his face when your eyes fall on his again and he’s suddenly diving between your legs without another thought. A satisfied moan echoes through the room and your head falls back as you feel his tongue circle your clit in just the same way his fingers did. Buck doesn’t seem to waste any time, pushing two fingers back into you and your head snaps back up to watch. Your eyes keep moving from his face glued between your legs to the mirror. You can see every curve and line of your own body, something that you’ve worked hard to grow to love which is easy when your boyfriend worships every inch until you believe how very beautiful you are. You actually find it kind of hot being able to watch yourself in the mirror like this, moans falling past your parted lips as your tits bounce softly with every thrust of Buck’s expertly moving fingers. It’s when Buck begins to suck on your clit, teeth just grazing the small bundle of nerves, that you start to feel yourself hurtling towards the edge yet again. You blink rapidly, trying to keep your gaze fixed on the sight in front of you as your moans grow louder by the second. You can feel your legs tensing, heels digging into Buck’s back as he works hard to get you to the point of climax. Your body tingles and his name repeatedly falls past your lips. Then it happens, it washes over you in waves, loud whines echoing as your body shakes. If you could bottle this feeling you would so you could experience it over and over again whenever you wished—but you suppose that’s exactly what Buck is for. You can’t keep your eyes open any longer and you fall back on the bed as even as you hit your peak Buck doesn’t seem to stop. He continues until you’re begging and thrashing on the bed, he has to remove his fingers so he can use both hands to hold you up as your ass now slips off the bed completly. You can just hear the filthy sounds as Buck continues to devour your centre over the sound of your pleas. Your hands yank at his curls as you become more overwhelmed with every passing second, your thighs squeeze his head in a feeble attempt to close your legs but none of it seems to affect him. You don’t know when your first orgasm ended and your second began but you’re practically screaming, sure your whole neighbourhood will think you’re probably being murdered. There’s a veil of sweat covering your whole body and your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as you continue to pant like a dog. Your painful grip on his hair slackens as he begins to slow his movements, finally showing you some mercy when he pulls away from you with a satisfied grin.

Slowly, you feel your back sliding along the bedsheets until you’re face to face with your gleeful boyfriend. He’s pulled you off the bed to sit in his lap on the floor. His eyes are glued to your face, taking in the blissed-out expression dawning on your features. “You okay?” Buck basically whispers, one hand coming up to brush against your cheek. A breathy giggle escapes you as you nod, mumbling out a yes as your hands come up to wipe away the glistening juices dripping down his chin. Buck protests by nipping at your palm, causing more giggles to erupt and his strong arms wrap around you, tugging you closer till he can kiss you. Immediately the gentle pecks turn into his tongue delving into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You groan deeply when his hands anchor onto your hips and drag you down over his still-concealed cock. You can tell he’s becoming desperate now and so your hands find their way between your bodies fumbling again with his half undone belt. This time he lets you, glad when you manage to unbutton his jeans and feeling instant relief when you reach a hand into his underwear. Buck moans against your lips, feeling satisfied just from your touch. You manage to raise yourself just a fraction to free his cock from its confines and in doing so you disconnect your lips. Buck looks up at you with pure love in his eyes but he’s quick to move his lips to your chest now, sucking a purple mark onto the skin just above your breast. While he busies himself with that you surprise him by dragging the head of his cock through your folds, it elicits a deep groan to vibrate against your chest. Then almost in unison, you moan as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch and his head snaps back until his eyes are on yours. Your arms come to rest around his neck, fingers combing through his hair and you rest your forehead against his. Your noses press together as you both take deep breaths, Buck tilts his chin up to place a chaste kiss on your lips once you’re fully seated in his lap.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Buck smiles as he pulls his head back just a fraction, his hands now digging into your plush sides. A grin makes its way onto your own face and you find a sliver of energy in your tired limbs to begin rocking your hips. You both let out a shaky breath and you feel Buck’s arms firmly wrapping around you and the beginning of his hips thrusting upward. You suddenly catch your reflection directly opposite and you moan, you're unsure whether it’s from seeing yourself in this position or the angle at which Buck’s cock is hitting that spot deep inside you.

“You like this sweet girl?” Another whine comes from you and you feel Buck’s chest vibrate, a muffled chuckle coming from the crook of your neck. You watch in the mirror as Buck now takes over most of the work, he uses his strength to move you as he thrusts his cock into you over and over. You can see a red trail form on his skin as your nails scratch along his pale skin. He groans loudly when you do it, enjoying the mix of sensations and it seems to spur him on to go faster. You’re practically crying from the overstimulation you feel between your legs but you beg over and over for him to let you cum again. “You’re so pretty. You sound so pretty, baby.” His mouth is on your neck as he speaks, mumbled words only making you cry out more. It happens before you can even register it fully, your third orgasm hitting you like a train. You can barely make out the blurry image of you sitting bouncing in his lap, tears filling your eyes as Buck now uses you as some kind of toy. “Just hold on angel,” Buck’s words are strangled and he uses all of his strength to keep you moving, his cock still pistoning into your convulsing walls, “I’m almost there.” Your head falls onto his shoulder, cries mixed with moans still falling past your lips and it only seems to add to Buck’s pleasure and just moments later you feel him cumming. Buck moans loudly as he keeps you moving until he’s completely ridden out his orgasm. His chest heaves as he slows his movements and he loosens the tight grip he had on your hips. Buck finally stops, allowing your body to slump more against his and gentle hands ghost up and down your spine. Quiet whimpers still escape you as you come down, legs still trembling as your muscles continue to contract. Slowly, you can feel your body begin to relax and Buck patiently waits until you’re able to lift your head. 

“Hi.” He grins when he’s finally able to see your pretty face again, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek. 

“Hi.” You manage a small smile, your body growing heavy with exhaustion. Buck’s thumb wipes the tears that have left trails on the top of your cheeks and he can’t resist the urge to press a kiss to your other cheek as you nuzzle into his gentle touch. 

“You okay?” His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper and you briefly nod at the question. His hand gently pulls you close and he places another kiss on your forehead. Your head sinks back onto his shoulder and he’s quick to wrap his arms around you again. You share a quiet embrace and when your eyes open they find your reflection once again. You watch the slowing rise and fall of Buck's back as he attempts to calm his breathing, faint crescent moons litter his shoulders from where your nails had obviously dug in a little too hard and his curls are now sticking up all over the place from the repeated tugging. An absentminded smile pulls at your lips when your eyes finally see your face, tear-stained cheeks and puffy lips. A heat that crawls all the way up your stomach to your cheeks and a post-sex glow that shines in the setting sunlight peaking through the blinds. You could definitely get used to seeing yourself in the mirror if it was always like this.

[prozacwhorehouse]

pacify her (soft brat!tamer cooper x fem!reader)

this is a longer one shot of a headcannon from my cooper headcannons! i am a strong believer in brat!tamer cooper, and the tied up time out just makes sense because…yes.

cooper punishing his baby girl is very important to me nuff said

DNI if you’re a minor or just aren’t into it…nsfw 18+ no smut but mature themes, dword used, restraints, gagging, brat taming, age gap, reader is in early 20s cooper is in 40s

they’re arguing because she’s bored. In the house she stays, locked away all day. she can’t leave - then people would know where she went - she’s been missing for months, and she’s okay with it. she prefers her safe life with cooper to her dark past. but she’s staring to drive herself insane - pacing the same rooms. staring at the same walls. she just wants to go out. then she threatens to leave. you and cooper both know that can’t happen.

“in the bedroom.” he glares, clenching his fist together on the table. shit. she knows she’s in trouble.

she gulps and slowly turns on her heel to make her way over to their room. he watches her leave, letting out a sigh and running his hands through his hair. he comes to terms with the fact that it’s finally time she’s punished. she’s never acted up, never been yelled at. tears prick at her eyes thinking that because she was a bad girl just this once, he’d always see her as one.

she opens her mouth to say something, quickly cut off by cooper. “quiet” he commands. she shuts her mouth instantly. her eyes follow him as he walks over to the dresser, pulling out the top drawer. his back is to her, so she can’t see what he’s getting. her mouth falls open when he turns and reveals two long pieces of rope he begins to unwind.

“please cooper, im so-so sorry,” she sniffles and moves back on the bed towards the headboard as he stalks towards her, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. he’s never done this before.

“shh. you’ve always been such a good girl. but this is an important lesson for you to learn. im sure after this, you’ll be my good girl again.” She whimpers when he’s hovering over her on the bed, wrapping the rope around her wrists in front of her, finishing it with a nice tight bow. she tries to pull her ankles in to protest a second set of restraints, but he quickly grabs and pulls her ankles towards him, wrapping the rope around and finishing with another bow. it settles in that he’s not going to show her mercy, but she can at least try to get him to change his mind. she thinks maybe her sobbing will she doesn’t even have to try, she’s crying anyway, she can’t believe she let him down like this. she’s always so good. why’d she have to misbehave?

“honey, you have to be quiet. i don’t want to have to make you,” he says. as messed up as it is, she’s kind of interested. so, she ignores, and continues sobbing.

“please daddy please, ill be a good girl i promise!” she pleads to no avail, causing him to sigh and tsk.

“I tried to warn you, babygirl.” her eyes widen when he reaches in the bedside table and pulls out a ball gag, one she’s never seen before. it’s new, he bought it for this purpose. he knew deep down that someday, living locked away, she’d break, and he’d need to calm her down.

“nonono” she tries to squirm away, bound wrists and ankles making it more difficult. he catches her quickly, and her pleas are suddenly muffled and her eyes squeeze shut as the gag is forced into her mouth, securely buckled behind her head.

“there we go. shhh, baby.” her sobs are muffled now, but her tears continue to flow non stop, which he attempts to wipe away with his thumb as he caresses her cheek. he scans her body, and he can’t help his pants tightening about his crotch when looking at his girl, all tied up and gagged for him. he feels in control, he’s never felt like he’s owned her more.

he’s only used to seeing his victims like this - completely at his mercy. except this time it’s different. his other victims have resentment in their eyes, hers have regret. she lives to please him.

“you just need some quiet time, alone with yourself and your thoughts. ill be back when i think you’ve learned your lesson.” he presses a kiss to her forehead, and she cries one more time, begging him not to go, but it’s inaudible. the lights switch off, and the door closes. she’s alone - she can’t move, see, or speak. she can only choke on her own cries, and wriggle against her bonds. time out is worse than she ever thought it’d be.

after an hour, she stops crying. it’s no bother. he can’t hear her anyway. even if he could, she didn’t want to upset him even further by not keeping quiet like he’d asked.

she’s tired herself out anyway. struggling in her restraints, heavy breathing through her nose in panic, and bawling.

cooper stops by the door and puts an ear to the wood, listening for cries. he doesn’t hear anything, now that she’s calmed down he can go in and talk to her.

when he enters the room, the light coming through the crack in the door spreads onto her frame. she’s facing away from the door now, a sign that she struggled, tried to move off the bed, but no success.

he doesn’t realize she’s fallen asleep. time outs are hard work!

“baby?” he whispers, brushing the hair that’s managed to slip out from under the leather straps out of her face. she rolls over, her eyes flutter open, and she pinches her eyes shut at the sudden bright light. she lost track of how long she was in the dark.

“do you understand why i put you in here? why you had such a long time out?” he says softly, with a hand on her shoulder.

she nods her head softly, looking up at him with doe eyes through her lashes. she looks so perfect like this- part of cooper wants to keep her like this. she’d be his forever.

he unbuckles the straps from around her head, she gags when the ball is pulled from her mouth. “there we go baby. it’s okay.” he rubs circles on her lower back before moving to untie her.

“do you still love me?” She finally speaks up, looking at him like a lost puppy, eyes glassy. his face softens, and he pulls her into his lap so she’s straddling him, her arms around his neck.

“oh, sweet girl. of course i still love you. i did it because i love you. you just need to be a good girl for me, okay? for this to work, i need you to do as i say. okay?” he asks her. she nods, “yes.”

“yes what?” he raises his eyebrows, expecting her to continue her sentence.

“yes daddy,” she says, and he smiles and cups her face to kiss her. “good girl.”

this is so filthy I’m sorry

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

SFW version ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

Part II (NSFW version ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo)

A/N ::: I'm absolutely feral delulu (god I hate that word but it's really all that can describe accurately how insane I am) for Katsuki right now.

C/W SFW ::: Brief language. Sweet Katsuki on date with ChubbyF!reader // you // y/n, new relationship, testing the waters, sweet Katsuki. Sorry. Had to say it twice. Soft touches here and there, sweet kisses. NSFW stuff will be posted soon.

I edited this many many many many times. So if I missed anything gross, lmk.

Thinking about a fourth date with Katsuki that goes really, really well.

He picks you up in his Black Jeep that has green and orange interior (yeah, it sure does). It's a stick, too. And the gear shifter cap is a custom made piece; a black grenade. Anyway, he gets to your house and walks up to the front door wearing those fucking sexy ankle pants that fit him just perfectly. And a long sleeved polo shirt with that little alligator on it. The collar is popped up around his neck. Not because it's cold or anything. He was told by a friend of a friend of yours that you thought it was incredibly sexy that he wears it like that. Too bad his friend was fucking with him, though. You don't think it's unsexy. But you do have a hard time taking your eyes off of it. Just wondering why he wears it like that.

He holds his arm out for you as you open the door of your place and see him standing there. Looking all sorts of frickin’ handsome. You take his arm with your much smaller hand and he stops for a second to double-check your door is locked up tight. He smiles and tells you that you can never be too sure. There's a lot of crazies nowadays. It warms your heart at how considerate he is about your safety. I mean, he IS a hero. It's kind of second nature for him to be like that. But it's still sweet, though.

You're walking to his Jeep and he opens the door for you and holds your purse while you buckle up. He makes sure your feet are inside the vehicle so he doesn't slam the door on your freshly painted toenails. He'd feel like an absolute asshole if that happened. Like, how do you come back from something like that when you're just starting out dating? Nah, he knows better. He makes his way around to the driver's side, still holding your purse. He hops in, he doesn't climb in. He's so damn tall that his legs allow him to ease his sweet, tight little ass right onto the seat. Handing you your purse, he buckles up too.

His feet get into position; on the clutch and the brake, and he starts it up. The radio was on. From what you heard, it sounded like a motivational/self-help thing. You heard the words 'believe in yourself and you can accomplish anything. You … deserve to be loved, too.' He moved to turn it off so fast that it looked like he was beating it up. 

You put your hands on him. One on his shoulder, the other on his thigh, and leaned over to give him a single, self-denying kiss on the cheek. He smiled at you and you know his eyes were screaming thank you for not saying anything about this.

On the drive to the restaurant, he asked you about your week. It was hard to catch up with him throughout the week sometimes. He has a busy schedule. Still, you appreciated him asking you about how yours was. You talked about how quickly the time went by and how happy you were about that because you were looking forward to your date with him tonight.

He looked over at you at a red light and put his right hand on your thigh and gave the fat on it a tight squeeze. Your skin filled out nicely in his hand. The light turned green and you immediately  missed his fingers digging into your flesh as soon as he put them back on the shifter. It was just nice to feel his touch after not seeing him for 5 days. Though you talked, it wasn't the same as being with him.

The restaurant he's taking you to for dinner has valet parking. He pulled up to the front and tossed his keys to the valet like some kind of cool guy. It made you giggle. You saw him slip a $20 to the kid as he pulled them in close and told them if they so much as got an extra speck of dirt on his Jeep he was going to rip them a new asshole via their belly button. The kid looked at you and all you could do was shrug your shoulders at them and flatten your lips, nodding.

Katsuki walked around to your side again and stuck his elbow out for you to take. You proudly took it and the two of you walked into the restaurant and were blown away by the fanciness of it. Like, ballgown/tuxedo fancy. You looked at each other and the back at the space around you. Slowly backing away, you asked him what happened. He said he didn't know. Nothing was mentioned about super dress code attire and how do you feel about getting something on the pier?

Honestly, you didn't care if you had to eat peanut butter and jelly in a back alley with a decomposing body. You really just wanted to be with him right now. Though you reconsidered the decomposing body and swapped it for a huge dumpster.

The valet brought his Jeep back. Scratch free, and you two did the whole door dance and he drove down to the water. The lights along the walk were beautiful. Soft and white. It made his usually sharp features fuzzy and warm. You couldn't stop looking at him. At his lips. You wanted him to kiss you. Just one. Nothing too heavy. 

As luck would have it, he caught you looking at him when you thought you were being sly. Without saying a word, he cupped your cheek in his hand and leaned down to give you the one, sweet kiss you had been craving since you last were together.

It left your cheeks red, blood hot, and your body dizzy. Your eyes fluttered at the gentle gesture. He let his lips hover just out of reach for a few seconds afterward. You wondered if he was testing the waters. To see if you'd lean in for more. And oh my god, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him everywhere. But as this was only your fourth date, you managed some self-restraint. Though you'll never know how you did. He looked so sexy tonight. He looked so sexy every time you saw him. 

The two of you made you way down the walk to some vendors and he ordered for the both of you. Some noodles and toppings you've never tried before. They were so good. You enjoyed your time there with him more than you would have at some stuffy old, high maintenance restaurant. He offered to get you a dessert but you declined.

That set him off. "You not eatin' in front of me or some shit like that? Goddamn it, you're sexy as hell. EAT SOME DESSERT!" But you told him you were still full from dinner and you'd love some dessert later. He blushed at his overreaction. You blushed, too. But for an entirely different reason.

A little later into the walk, you took a chance and reached out for his hand, taking it into your own. His palm was sweaty, and he apologized for being a little nervous. He doesn't date - like, ever. Except for you and it's still so new that everything is just a bit scary. Despite his sweaty hand, you held it anyway and laid your head against his bicep as the two of you walked further down the pier to look out over the water.

You walked all the way out to the end and leaned over the railing, dropping a few pebbles into the water that you'd picked up along the way.

"Be careful, don't fall in dum- I mean, just be careful." He almost called you a dumbass but he caught himself. It's an adjustment being around you. One that he's growing to like more and more the longer this almost ruined date goes on.

"I won't fall in," you laughed. "And even if I do, I have the best hero there is to rescue me." You blew him a kiss after you said that and he started toward you, catching it.

"I think you lost something, just now, miss. Does this belong to you?" He put his arms on either side of you and leaned over to kiss your cheeks. So. Softly. You found yourself leaning into him just to get more pressure from his lips. Pulling his head back, he looked at you. Bright red eyes looked over your face to read your expression.

"I didn't lose it, I gave it to you. 'Dumbass'." Smirking, you reached up and brushed the hair away from his forehead. "You're getting a little long up here. I've never seen - um, well, I like it either way."

Tilting his head quizzically to the left he held his breath for a second. "You've never seen ... what? You've never seen my hair this long? How long you been watchin' me, woman?" Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and kicked his feet like you told him he was the most handsome, brilliant man on the planet. 

He thinks so, so why not?

It was adorable to watch him, THE Katsuki Bakugo, squirm. And no, you weren't going to let it slide.

"Yeah, ok. So what? I watch - tuh (sounds like watched but you broke the word apart so he wouldn’t hear you openly admit you had been watching him) you. I have watched you, throughout your career. Ok, ok. God! Twist my arm. I look for things about you. Updates ... and ... well, stuff. Ok? I - I've car- been interested in you for some time." You rolled your eyes. "Are you happy now? You got me to spill my g- mmm!"

Katsuki was in front of you in no time. Kissing you before his feet had even stopped moving. His hands rest gently against the deep curve of your waist. He bent at the knees so he could be a little more face-to-face with you. You're still about 6 inches shorter than he is so the kiss had you standing on your tiptoes.

It made you feel like you were in a movie; The tall handsome blonde Pro Hero bending over to kiss the shorter (hair color) haired girl in the flowing dress at the end of the pier built out over the water. The sunset behind you seemed too overkill until the rain-pregnant clouds drowned it out, if you were being honest. But this had been the perfect evening.

Even when it started to pour down rain it was like you had been caught up in a romantic monsoon. It was a full 5 minutes that you stood there. Lip locked. Hands wondering. Hands wandering. It was one of the first instances in your life that everything slowed down. Your first slow-mo moment. And you couldn't have asked for it to be with anyone else than Katsuki. 

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @millennialmagicalgirl

[charliehoennam]

beyond the badge pt.5

pairing: david loki x f!reader

summary: his fiancée is abducted and a distraught david realizes some rules must be broken in order to save the one he loves.

warnings: 18+, SMUTTY ENDING, dark themes such as kidnapping, language, violence, eventual smut, suicide, death, physical injuries, threats, blood and abuse of law enforcement

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

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Racing towards David, you resist the urge to look back over your shoulder as you hear the commotion of the angry desperate criminals.

“I told you not to trust a fucking cop!”

“We gotta get the fuck outta here!”

“No. It’s fucking pointless! You don’t think we’re already surrounded?! Let’s fucking kill them!”

Your eyes widen in fear as David quickly pulls a gun out from behind him.

Startled by the gunfire and the whizzing bullets, you try to move your feet as fast as you can over the shifting gravel. The worn soles of your sneakers slip and slide over it as you finally reach David. He grabs your arm to help you back up as he fires back at the men.

“In the car. In the car!” he orders opening the back door of the car, hunching his shoulders over as he tries to keep his posture low enough to avoid being shot. “Stay down!”

You throw yourself onto the floor of the back seat. Your eyes stay locked on David for as long they can as you watch him walk backwards towards the front of the car. Leaning against the side of the car for cover, he shoots as he walks.

Your hands quickly work behind your back to remove the duct tape from your wrists and the gag from your mouth. The adhesive of the tape is strong enough to remove even the hairs on your arms, but you barely feel it with all the stress of the situation. Your cheeks feel sore from the gag pressing against them for so long.

Bullets hail against the car. The glass from the rear windshield shatters and rains downs the back seat, sprinkling tiny pieces of glass over you.

With your eyes shut tight, you cover your head and pray for this nightmare to be over.

The sound of gunfire seems to almost deafen you. You try to listen for David, hoping he’s safe and unharmed in all this madness. You can’t tell much by the sounds alone.

There are sirens approaching which you assume is David’s backup. Among the gunfire, you hear car doors shutting loudly and tires screeching. From inside the car, you can hear David wince and groan loudly before shouting a loud “fuck!”

Your heart beats even faster. You want to climb out; you want to run to him. Getting caught in the crossfire could distract him and force him out of the only cover he has. You don’t care about what happens to you, you just want him to be safe.  

The gunfire finally ceases after you hear what seems to be a car crashing. You wait a couple more minutes to make sure it’s safe to come out, getting up only when you hear him calling out your name.

“David?!” You shout back as you slowly lift yourself up, wincing at the glass that presses into your palms.

The door flings open as you push yourself up. The familiar voice sparks you attention.

“Baby, you ok?” David asks taking your arm to help you out.

“Y-yeah, yeah. I’m ok. Are you alright?”

“I’m good. It’s safe now. Let’s just get you outta here.”

You climb out from the back seat, knees buckling as you step onto the ground. Your eyes quickly scan around, taking in the bright glow of red and blue lights. As your adrenaline begins to crash, your senses become overwhelmed. You watch the officers rush around the scene, paramedics checking the wounded criminals on the ground for any sign of life as well as the unconscious drivers in the totaled SUV slammed against a tree.

Despite their attempt to get away, David’s trap worked and the suspects didn’t get their chance to escape.

David states your name repeatedly until he finally catches your attention.

“Are you hurt, baby?”

“N-no, no. I don’t think so.”

You look down at your body to make sure you’re not injured. David holds your hands, guiding you away from the car.

He knows the scene needs to be processed to confirm the order of events for the paperwork Chamelinski will have to fill out.

He takes you over to an ambulance to be checked out by the paramedics.

“It’s alright now. You’re safe, baby. I got you.”

You hug yourself against the cold night air. David takes his jacket off to wrap it around you, revealing the blood spilling from his arm.

“Oh, God, David. You’re shot!”

“No, baby. It’s just a little flesh wound. It’s nothing. I’ll be alright.”

“You need to go to the hospital!”

“No, baby. It’s not serious. Just looks worse than it is.”

The paramedics climb out of the ambulance to assess your well-being, but you retract and shake your head as they bombard with questions.

“No, I’m fine. You need to look at him! He needs help!” you insist.

The first responders quickly begin tending to David’s injuries, encouraging him to let them take you both to the hospital to run some tests for any possible long-term consequences.

After a closer look at David’s flesh wound, his bruised and cut knuckles and the gash on your eyebrow you got due to a snarky remark that earned you a strong backhand across the face from one of your abductors, the paramedics respect your wishes, agreeing that there’s no need for a hospital. They do insist on patching you both properly to avoid any possible infections.

You sit on the gurney beside David as they check your vitals. As the medical team apply butterfly bandages to your eyebrow and correctly wrap his knuckles, you notice David’s hand settling on your thigh so you place your hand over his.

Sharing a longing silent look at each other, your nerves finally calm down enough. You take in the sight of him and notice the exhaustion in his face. His tired eyes gaze back into yours as you reach to cradle his prickly cheek.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart” he whispers, eyes closing as he enjoys the warmth of your touch that he’s missed so deeply.

“What are you sorry about?” you frown.

“I should’ve listened to you. You were right.”

“Don’t do that.” You try to keep your voice firm, but low. “None of this is on you. It was not your fault and I won’t let you blame yourself for it.”

The smile he tries to force at you doesn’t reach his eyes and it tells you that he’s not convinced.

“What happened to your hand?” you ask nodding at his knuckles.

"I uh slipped and fell… We are gonna need a new bathroom mirror though."

Chemelinski soon walks over to the ambulance and states that he needs to take David’s gun. Your fiancée doesn’t question it, he’s already expecting the department review and the temporary suspension. Every cop has to go through it when their weapon is fired.

He doesn’t mind it. Now that you’re safe and sound, he could actually use some time to recover.

Once you’re both cleared by the paramedics, you’re taken to the police station to be separately interviewed for your official statements. Chemelinski has one of the cops bring you and David some breakfast, coffee and donuts to lift your spirits.

By the time you reach the front door, the sun is already waking from its slumber. The entrance is already crawling with reporters and their film crews, just waiting to get catch a glimpse or a small comment.

Chemelinski suggests taking the back exit instead but, despite their attempts to keep your departure private, the reporters and cameramen that were already waiting at the back exit swarm around you.

David covers your head with his jacket, wrapping an arm around you to guide you through the crowd of lenses and microphones until you’re able to climb into a unit.

The officer takes you and David home. You thank him and Chemelinski who sits in the passenger seat.

Looking up at your house, you’re washed over by a wave of relief. Birds happily chirp in the trees of your backyard. You’ve never been so happy to be home, especially after thinking you would never see this house again.

Dragging your tired bodies up the driveway, you step inside and head to the bathroom for a soak. God only knows you need one.

The broken remnants of your old mirror are still scattered in the sink and over the countertop.

"I, uh, lost my temper a bit... I'll get it replaced," he speaks up, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Let's just leave that for another day."

You walk over to open the tub faucet and let it fill up. He turns you around with his hands on your hips and places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You lift your head to meet his lips with yours, whispering that you're home now and that everything is going to be alright.

Despite the guilt that is still gnawing at his thoughts, he melts under your touch like chocolate on a hot day.

His shoulders lower and his chest softens. As your lips convince him to drop his defenses, he lets your hands slide under his black shirt and slip it off his body. Your soft palms caress and cherish every dip of his muscles.

He starts undressing you as well, beginning with your top. His gaze lingers on your face, studying every inch of it like you might just disappear again as he slides your top and bra off. He lets his hands fondle your body and you welcome his touch as he pulls back, lowering his gaze to admire your curves like he's discovering your body for the first time all over again.

There’s a silence that lingers thickly in the air. You’re both too tired for words and, even if you weren’t, what could be said? It’s not a moment for words. It’s a moment to show each other how greatly you appreciate one another. How grateful you are to be together again.

After placing a tender kiss to his chest, you kneel down. Looking up at him awaiting his approval, he nods allowing you to unzip his pants. They pool around his ankles along with his boxers and, one foot at a time, he steps out of them and gently sweeps them to the side. Taking your hand from his thigh, he stands you up to return the favor.

He kneels down and unbuttons your jeans. His large hands slowly slide down your legs as they push the fabric to your ankles, cherishing every arch as he peppers kisses down your thighs.

Instinctively, your hand rests against his head and combs through his thick locks. He can't help but moan at the touch he's longed so much for as he turns his head to press his cheek against your thigh.

"God, I’ve missed you."

You smile to yourself as he stands back up.

He groans as his sore body sinks into the hot water.  His legs spread to make room for you. He holds your hand and guides you into the tub, placing you between his legs. Taking your loofa with his uninjured hand, he dips it in the water to soak up the hot water and squeezes it over your shoulder.

You close your eyes enjoying the warmth as it warms your chilly aching bones. His lips press against your other shoulder and lingers there as he takes in your scent.

You let him wash your body because you just want to be close to him, just as much as he wants to be with you.

He turns the shower head to rinse your hair and takes his time massaging the fruit scented shampoo in your hair and scalp. He missed the scent of it so much.

You moan softly as you relax against his touch. Words can never express your gratitude after having spending the past couple days wondering if you'd ever see him again.

After decompressing in the bath, you dry off and slip into his old police academy t-shirt while he takes you hairdryer to plug in your bedroom.

David invites you to sit on the foot of the bed so he can dry your hair. He's far from giving you a professional blowout, but he doesn’t want you to get sick sleeping with wet hair.

With it mostly dry, he sets the dryer on the dresser and climbs into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close as your legs twist and twine into each other's. The close position allows you to face each other and it feels as if the world outside is frozen in time.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart" He whispers. A tear pools in the corner of his eyes.

"This isn’t your fault, David. None of this is."

You’re not sure how long you’ve slept for when you wake up, but the dark sky out suggests it’s after 6 p.m.

Looking over at David’s sleeping frame, you feel so relieved to be in bed with him again. You just want to hold onto him and never let go. He’s never slept an entire day like this. To be fair, you can’t remember the last time you did either, but it’s even more uncommon for him.

Deciding not to wake him assuming it’s been a while since he’s slept this well, you carefully crawl out of bed to head to the kitchen.

There’s nothing you could really use in the fridge to make yourself anything to eat. A couple of vegetables rotting away and some untouched cold cuts.

As you heat some water for a tea, you take your phone to order a large pizza and David’s favorite garlic bread. While you’re on the phone, you hear the stairs creak and look over to find your fiancé walking into the kitchen.

Thanking the man on the other end of the phone call, you hang up and smile at David.

“I ordered us a pizza. There’s nothing to eat in here.”

“Yeah, I uh haven’t gone grocery shopping with…” he pauses nodding at you, barely able to look you in the eyes. “With everything that’s gone on.”

It doesn’t surprise you. You can’t even imagine how desperate he must’ve been to avoid the most basic fundamental essentials for living.

You set your phone on the counter and walk towards him, standing before him as you lift his chin to make him look at you.

“Hey… it’s okay. We can go together tomorrow. We’ll pick up all our favorites. Sugar cookies for me. Caramel ice cream for you.”

David stares down at you as you smile at him. He can’t understand how you still want to be with him after what his job and ignorance had caused.

“Do you still love me?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, Dave.”

“Why? I-I did this to you. I didn’t listen to you. This happened because of me.”

“It happened because some asshole in prison wanted his money. This was not because of you. This was not your fault. And I won’t let you blame yourself. I love you, David.”

“Even after all this mess?”

“Especially after all this mess. You found me. You saved me, baby.”

You know he might not believe it just yet, but you’ll remind him every day if you have to.

“I’m here now. I’m all yours” you whisper, pecking tender kisses to his lips hoping they’ll soften him up.

And indeed, they do.

David’s lips are on yours as he gently pushes you until your back touches the cold granite countertop. His hands lift your thighs to sit you on it and part your legs to make room for his hips.

“I missed you so much” he whispers trailing his prickly kisses to your neck. The squeezing of his hands around your plushy thighs confirms his statement.

You welcome him with your hand in his hair and giggle as you’re taken by surprise when he lifts you up from the countertop. With your legs wrapped around his hips, he carries you to the living room and sits on the couch.

“I need you, baby. Gotta do this right.”

You smile at his words as you latch your lips onto his in a feverish kiss.

David can’t stop thinking about how much he’s missed this. Your kiss, your touch, your scent. All of it melts his insides into fluttering butterflies. Second chances don’t come often and he’s not going to let it happen again.

He slides his hands underneath his your shirt and gropes at your ass. The eagerness of his fingertips gives away how much he yearns for you.

It’s been so long for both of you. You can already feel your wetness pooling in your panties as your hips mindless grind against his hardening dick in his boxers. The flimsy fabric does nothing to hide it.

As much as he wants to take his time and kiss you all over, he just wants to be close to you. He needs to be inside you because it’s as close as he can get.

You let him take your shirt off and toss it aside somewhere on the floor.

As his hands sneak up to palm your breasts, his kisses trail down your neck until they reach the valley between your breasts. His lips press a lingering kiss to the skin there as his palms push your breasts to squeeze his face between.

He takes in your scent with a deep inhale like it’s his favorite drug before moving to latch his lips over your nipple. You moan and comb your fingers through his damp hair, arching your back to let him have his fun.

The way his gauzed hand pinches and rolls your stiff peaks has you mindlessly grinding your hips against his as if he were inside you already. With a hand on the back of his neck, you embrace his worship as he alters from left to right.

“That feels so good, baby” you moan into the darkness.

He can feel your panties dampening against his boxers, leaving a wet spot against it. He knows you’re just as hungry for him as he is for you, so he gently lays you down on the couch.

Peppering kisses down from your chest, he reaches your clothed pussy and rubs his nose against the damp fabric, relishing in the sweet scent he’s missed so much and stealing breathy moans from your throats.

Your hips wind against his face as your hands knead your breasts while David pulls your panties up until they’re sandwiched between your slick pussy lips. Using his injured hand, he tugs them up to rub against your clit and slides his tongue up and down between the beautiful sandwich.

“Fuck, Dave. That feels so fucking good.”

The fabric soaks from his saliva and your juices combining. Unable to contain him for much longer, he pushes them to the side to allow him the access he craves for.

He buries his mouth into your pussy, lapping hungrily as if he’s been starving all his life as the sloppy wet noises combine with your moans.

His tongue circles around your clit, teasing the slick out of you as it chases your high. His thumbs push your lips apart to sink his tongue into your drenched hole, fucking you with his tongue as his prickly shadow scarps along your thigh, deliciously burning your heated skin.

Sinking a finger into you, he brushes against that sweet delicate spot that he knows drives you insane. Your walls tighten around his fingers as he adds another one, loosening you up for his now throbbing cock.

The pressure builds inside you as his tongue works at your sensitive and hardening nub. With now three fingers slipping in and out of your pussy, the blinding pressure snaps in your core, making your legs tremble and squeeze around his head as you cum on his face.

“I got you,baby.”

Your hips roll throughout your orgasm while he slides his fingers out of you and haphazardly wipes his lips off a bit before capturing yours in a bruising kiss. The wetness on his fingers still lingers when they grab at your thighs.

You try to sit up and place your hand on his crotch to return the favor, but he stops you with a hand on your arm.

“B-But don’t you want me to?” you ask looking up at him slightly confused.

“I wanna take care of my girl. Don’t worry about that.”

You frown at him, wondering why he doesn’t want you to suck him off, especially considering that he’s always loved your blow-jobs. Or so you thought.

“This isn’t about me. I just wanna be close to you right now.”

Before you can say anything, his lips reconnect to yours in the sweetest of kisses and chase away your worries.

His cock brushes against your sensitive wet cunt as he lays you back down. Settling between your legs, he aligns his hips to yours and allows himself to stroke his tip up and down your swollen lips, gathering your slick and his pre-cum.

He groans at the feel of your pussy. His eyes close when he pushes his tip inside. Pushing himself in, he goes slow to allow himself some restrain.

He slowly alters from pushing in a little and pulling out just an inch to let your juices lather him up enough until he’s able to move in and out of your pussy freely.

Dipping his head to kiss you, he moans into your mouth as his cock thrusts in and out of you.

David keeps the pace slow because he wants to appreciate every ridge of your soaking walls. He wants to appreciate every moan he can pull out of you; the way the street lights glow against your skin from outside and the way you look up at him with love and lust in your eyes. He never wants to forget how you feel and taste and sound moaning out his name, telling him how good his dick feels. He wants to burn it into his memory until it’s the last one that remains in his final hours.

His unhurried and languid thrusts making you wetter with every push. His cock never fails to satisfy you.

He can only keep up for so long until he’s nearly shaking from the pleasure of your pussy. You beg him to fuck you harder and faster and it drives him insane.

Pulling out of you, he snaps you out of your cock-driven daze and gently takes your hand to invite you onto your knees.

“C’mere, baby” he whispers positioning your front against the couch’s cushion.

You lead forward against the back of the couch as he settles once again between your spread legs. His tip taps against your throbbing clit and slips up and down through your dripping folds until he can’t take it anymore.

Pushing his cock back into your fucked hole, he bottoms out and keeps himself in place as his hands push you flush against his chest. With a hand on your breast, the other moves down to rub over your clit while his mouth latches onto your neck.

Your bodies glisten with sweat in the glow of the street lights. The scent of his men’s body wash and deodorant fills the air around you, hypnotizing you along with his deliciously musk.

His nose buries into your hair as he presses his lips to the back of your head, inhaling the fruity scent of your shampoo. He’s craved that smell so hungrily during the days you were gone. As his lips move to your neck and shoulders, he takes in the sweet lingering vanilla smell of your soap and closes his eyes, hugging you from behind.

“I love you, baby” he whispers slowly fucking you. “I love you so fucking much.”

You smile with your eyes closed and reach back to thread your fingers into his hair, turning your head to kiss him as you gaze into his eyes.

“I love you too, David.”

Leaning his forehead against yours, he keeps his pace steady and slow while he reminds you of every little thing he’s missed about you. But with each slow thrust every sweet word, your pussy gushes around his girth.

You place your hand over his on your breast, lacing your fingers between his like puzzle pieces made for each other. Your breathing becomes rapid as his fingers work on your clit, heightening your pleasure as you beg him to fuck you harder with your eyes locked on his.

As his hips start pounding you into the back of the couch, you pant out his name. Your toes curl from the pleasure and your knuckles turn white as you clutch at the cushions.

“I love you” you pant into the heavy air.

It drives him wild hearing you say those words when he thought he might never hear your voice again.

With a growl, he locks his arm around your waist to hold you firmly in place. Resting his head against your shoulder, he watches where your bodies connect and bites his lips at the sight of your ass jiggling and smacking against his hips as his cock disappears in between your cheeks.

Thick white ropes of cum spill inside you, painting your walls as his hand slides down to grip your hip meanly. His hips finally halt and press against your ass to bury his cock as far as he can and hold his cum inside you.

“I love you too, baby girl,” he smiles turning your head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

His cock slowly pushes in and out, letting your cunt milk him of his final drops while you both enjoy the closeness of your passion. Until the doorbell rings and he’s forced to pull out of the tight hug of your cunt.

“That must be the pizza. You still hungry or have you had a mouthful?”

You smirk at him watching as he stands to pull his boxers back on.

“There’s always room for more, baby.”

[s0lidar1ty]

getting high with r.c.

pairing: rafe x fem reader

word count: 600+

warnings: drinking, drugs, implied smut (but no actual sex)

getting high with rafe was something different. mostly because he gets all quiet and just stares at you with his low eyes.

“rafe, baby, how you doin over there?” you say from across the couch.

rafe nods and just continues watching you interact with the other people at the party. keeping an eye out for anyone trying to overstep their boundaries.

you down another shot before telling the person you were talking to, topper, that you had to go.

you move to where rafe is and sit on his lap. “you ready to go yet?”

rafe wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on the lips. “nah, not yet. how bout you?” he says, rubbing your hips.

you shake your head. “wanna get unsober a lil more before we go.”

“you're not drinking anymore, baby. just cause the alcohol hasn’t kicked in yet doesn’t mean it hasn’t taken affect.” his thumb rubs your thigh subconciously.

“but it could. it was sweeter than usual.”

rafe chuckles. “that means you’re done for the night. i’m not gonna let you drink anything else.”

you cross your arms over your chest, pretending to think. “what if i get high instead?”

“you’re not getting cross faded either.”

“says who-?”

“says me,” he says, cutting you off.

“bold of you to assume i’ll listen to you.”

“bold of you to assume that you won’t when you always do.”

you stare at him for a bit, a smirk forming on your lips. “i wanna go home now.”

“yeah? you don’t want everyone to hear you?”

you shrug, a playful smirk on your lips. “don’t wanna get distracted when you’re inside me.”

“one more then we’ll leave,” rafe says, putting the blunt to his lips and inhaling.

“just one time, rafey, please?”

rafe exhales slowly, letting the smoke hit you in the face. “this is your first and last time, you hear me?”

a smile plasters across your face as you nod.

rafe puts his hand on your lower back, taking another draw and exhaling the smoke directly into your mouth. “inhale it..then exhale through your mouth, just like that..good job baby.”

a few puffs later and it feels as if your skin is on fire but in the best way possible.

“you doin alright?” rafe asks, running his hands up and down your thighs.

“keep doing that and we’re gonna end up fucking on this couch,” you mumble, putting your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

rafe chuckles and gets up, wrapping your legs around his waist and putting his hand on your ass to keep you from falling.

he carries you to the car, letting you down for only a few seconds while he unlocks and opens the door. he picks you up again to put you in your seat, buckling your seatbelt for you and closes your door, going to the drivers side. he keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the inside of your thigh, caressing it.

as you guys pull into the driveway and rafe opens your door, picking you up again, you ask, “you know you don’t have to carry me, right?”

“can you walk straight?” he says, locking the car doors and putting you down.

you take a slow step forward and trip but rafe catches you before you can hit the ground.

he picks you back up. “my point exactly.” unlocking the front door with you still wrapped around him, rafe puts you down. “bedroom.”

“what happened to carrying me?” you ask, a pout on your lips.

“what happened to ‘you know you don’t have to carry me, right?’”

you roll your eyes and sit down on the floor. you’re about to take off your shoes when rafe stops you.

“stand up.” you stand (with his help of course), and he kneels down.

“foot.” you put your foot on his knee and he takes off your shoe for you, rubbing the bottom of your foot when he’s done. he does the same for the other then lets you stumble your way to the bedroom while he goes to the kitchen.

you somehow make your way into the bathroom connecting to your room. you grab a hair tie, one of the more elastic ones, from off the counter and put your hair in a loose bun to get it out your face.

rafe stands in the doorway, watching you with a smile on his face. “leave the makeup on.”

“why?” you say, putting down the makeup wipe you had in your hand.

“because i want it running down your face, sweetheart, why else? now cmon.”

you giggle to yourself and follow him back into your bedroom.

“let me help you out of your dress,” he says softly, turning you around.

you let him unzip your dress, smiling as it falls to the ground.

“cmon, princess,” he says, sitting down on the bed. he pulls you onto his lap, hands wrapping around your waist, lips pressing against yours.